Tell us about your idiot relatives
 

I'll go first (well, obviously - I'm starting the thread).

My dad - my mom died of lupus, and during her lengthy illness he found it a better use of his time to be with other women.

My wife's two brothers - not enough space to say everything about them, but the most recent incident.....We missed the birthday party of one of their sons after getting an invitation 6 days before the party and we had other uncancellable plans. So now they have united to not come to my son's birthday party to for the admitted purpose of teaching us a lesson. I told them I thought it was funny that they thought it was within their purview or ability to teach us a lesson, and if teaching us a lesson means I don't have to be near them, I hope they continue to do so. They are idiot control freaks who want their butts kissed and I refuse to do it.

What about your moron relatives? What makes them morons?

Uh, this post could go on for a few pages. ;)

I'll start with my older brother and his wife. Now, I love my older brother, but 20 years of drug and alcohol abuse combined with a severe head injury when he was 18 have left him not too bright. But he thinks he's really really smart. So between, being on and off drugs, cheating on his wife occassionally, them splitting up then getting back together and deciding to have more kids, I wouldn't really know where to begin. They have two kids right now, and had decided they were done. Well, after the last near divorce they decided to try again for a girl. They claimed to be done. Until the day of the ultrasound. When my sister in law found out it was another boy, she started planning for their fourth! Thankfully, my brother has plans for a vas.

Don't get me wrong, it's none of my business how many kids anyone has, but they are a special circumstance. They were in complete denial of their oldest son's autism until he was 7 and a teacher forced them to go for an evaluation (we had all been asking them to do it practicallys since he was born). They have no money and my brother bounces from job to job. He hasn't worked in a few months because of health problems. That and he's on and off of drugs/alcohol. My sister in law is no genius either. When her oldest was two she wanted to take him to Mexico to get the arches on his feet raised so that he would be a better athlete. Thank God my brother was at least smart enough to put an end to that. :rolleyes:

Oh gawd, I might be in this thread all day.

...and what a timely thread it is.


I received news yesterday that my lame-o brother ran a red light and wrecked his car in Phoenix. Early word was that he was seriously injured and I was appropriately freaked out and worried. More updates brought news that his injuries were relatively minor (broken ribs, collarbone) and details of the wreck included the words 3am...poker...stopped drinking at midnight (According to the lame-o brother. Did I mention he's a liar?) ...running red lights...no insurance. And now I'm pissed.

And why was he out drinking and playing poker when he should be saving his money because he's getting evicted from the condo he's renting? Because he's a fvckup, that's why. And why did he have his family of seven shoe-horned into a two-bedroom condo for the past several years? Because he finally found someone who would give a lease to a fvckup with bad credit -- and that someone had a two-bedroom condo, that's why.

Ugh. My heart breaks for his kids.

You really wanna know, huh? ;)

Boy am I loving my family right about now.

It sucks when idiot relatives have children, traci and sac. My wife's brothers do as well. One has only one, but he and his wife pawn that kid off on others constantly so that they can do what they want. The other is a fireman who always golfs on his off days, and his wife also works, so they expect grandma to sit 3-4 days/week, and she has a medical transcription business, so she ends up doing that in the evening and at night.

GC, you've mentioned some about your mom....got any others?

Well, you can whet your appetite with this gem from MP. Blast from the past...
:)

(Deep breath.....)




Okay, you asked.

Mother: is psycho- seriously. She has been a functioning prescription pill addict and hypochondriac my entire life, and only recently was diagnosed with about 15 mental disorders. With HEPA and such, there is nothing we can about anything- she continues on her merry way stoned out of her gourd and refusing to take the appropriate meds for her conditions. It's a frikken miracle she's made it to 67.

Brothers: Four of them, all weird in their own special way. Actually, my #2 bro is cool now, but he had his moments while we were growing up. All the others are alcoholics and pervs.

My three sisters, however, are wonderful.:)

Dad: Left us kids with our psycho mom and went off to form the perfect little family unit of three, focusing all his daddy skills on my little sister and completely neglecting all the other kids. My little sis is cool, though- it's not her fault.

Growing up, we had total freedom to do whatever the hell we wanted, with no direction or supervision. I was out running the streets with my sibs at two in the morning when I was seven years old. Mom used to brag about what great friends she was with her kids. Stories of our unsupervised deeds are legend in this town. For years I was afraid to tell anyone my last name, as my brothers had developed quite a rep with law enforcement. One made it into the newspapers with alarming frequency.

In-Laws: Not enough time or space to even begin with them.....

My Evil Sister. She's a trip and a half.

She's the oldest (or Eldest, as she would correct me) of 4. She's always been a bit "off". She's really high strung, histronic and extremely narcissistic. WHen I was 10, she changed her name from Linda to Alisa. Ummmm, Isn't that a bit clost to my name? About that time, she developed a fake English accent as well. Oh, and she's from Ohio, has lived in CA for the past 44 years and never lived in England. She's also has money from an unidentified source. She' modeled for a bit, but was never big, but she lives in Beverly Hills and drives a Jag. She was married only nce when she was 21 and that lasted 6 months. She's never married again nor has she had a lasting relationship.

When she was 40, she decided she would stop using birth control because she didn't think she could get pregnant. She got pregnant. She went through 3 different paternity test to find the father and, sadly for her, it wasn't one of the rich men she slept with. The baby was born with a brain leision and has motor skill issues and a host of other issues as well as MAJOR behaviour problems.

When my Mother died, she sole a bunch of things from the house before the body was even cold. My Mother and her had been in a fight and my Mom had done a holographic codacil to her will not allowing my sister to have any material things. ("THINGS" were important to my Mom.) My sister decided that I, as the youngest, had had all of the benefits of growing up when my parents were better off and, as she had a developmentally disabled son, she deseerved more of the inheritance and I deserved nothing. (Did I mention that the only reason we were comfortable was that MY father worked hard and their father did not - I was my father's only child - the others came from her first marriage.)

Anyways, she took us all to court, had a lawyer she paid in sexual favors, and ended up fighting with my brother who eas the executor of the will. She ended up getting all of my Brother's inheritance through some really nasty court wranglings. At one point, she had ALL of the family's band accounts put on hold including business accounts for everyone in the family including my SIL and BIL. This stuff went on for YEARS!

Needless to say, none of us have had any contact with her since and we all plan on keeping it that way.

Let's see. There's also the story of my 2 cousins:

Albert Batalona

and

Bernard Crivello

Albert (Al Ray) held up an American Savings Bank in Kahala Mall and fired his semi-automatic at officers reporting to the scene. They found him and his gang because one of them left their grocery store card a car they abandoned. Al Ray escaped from prison after being sentenced to life without parole. They caught him...
An interesting tidbit about Al Ray is that he and his friends cased a Bank of Hawaii that I was working at 2 weeks before the robbery. The idea was to rob my bank, until they found out I was working there. They changed their minds and robbed the Kahala bank instead.
Another interesting tidbit. The officer investigating the incident was also a cousin of mine. My family: cops and robbers... and sometimes both. ;)


Bernard (Chachi) was shot in the head by a cop while he was high on crystal meth. He tried to run over a policeman with a stolen car. My aunt, of course, is suing the cop for defending himself.
At the hospital, I went to see grandma at Bernard's bedside. He was on the bed as is. Repeat... as is. My cousin's head looked like a red flower. It was not pretty.

I'm not going to speak badly of people I love who might stumble upon my words. But I will say this about most of my mom's and dad's siblings: They make me furious because they are making no effort to understand my mom's illness.

My mother's brothers talk behind her back about her being lazy. Yes, of course... because a woman with about 1/10 the amount of blood cells a normal person has, and whose steroid medication is slowly killing the rest of her body, is such a couch potato.

My father's siblings just tell her she should try to walk and get out more often. At my parents' anniversary party, one of them said to mom (who was outside in her wheelchair for the first time in a year) that she could go outside like that every day. So I turned to her, and very calmly but very firmly said "Aunt Pat, do you see that big bruise running down her arm? That's not a bruise. That's internal bleeding."

Still, they never ever get it.

Some people never will... /sigh

My family is actually pretty wonderful. They are all slightly wacky, but frankly we're a pretty swell bunch. No run-ins with the law. Any brushes with the news media have been for heart-warming "Eye on America" stuff. After my grandmother's funeral we all congregated in her room at my aunt's place and just divided up the stuff in a thoroughly agreeable fashion. Sure, one of my cousin's is a bit self-centered, and another hasn't trained her overly friendly labs that not everyone wants a tongue bath the minute they walk in the door, and my dad is on a personal crusade against corporations, but we're still psycho-free. Definitely no idiots. Disproportionate number of advanced degrees, but no idiots.

From how you describe her, it sounds appropriate (in a twisted way.) Since she is the antithesis of you—the Anti-Lisa—she should be called such. ;)
Reminds me of Vera Charles.

Patrick Dennis: Is the English lady sick, Auntie Mame?
Auntie Mame: She's not English, darling... she's from Pittsburgh.
Patrick Dennis: She sounded English.
Auntie Mame: Well, when you're from Pittsburgh, you have to do something.

- - - - -

My mom and grandma are quite a pair! First off, you must know my grandma is overall a wonderful lady, but she has some really annoying idiosyncrasies. Logic is lost on her. If she gets it in her head that the sky is green, there's not a damn thing you can do to convince her otherwise. But for reasons unknown to the rest of our family, my mom still tries. Every, and I mean every family dinner always ends with mom and grandma getting into an argument. Grandma will say something stupid (not offensive, just boneheaded) and mom will try to counter her with reason*. This leads to raised voices which in turn leads to everyone abandoning them at the dinner table to let them argue by themselves. :rolleyes:



*I have reminded mom many times that it's impossible to reason someone out or a position they weren't reasoned into in the first place. She acknowledges this, but can't seem to help herself when it comes to her mother.

You know who's cool? My dad. I didn't always think so, but now I do.
He's a Harley riding deacon with the Catholic Church. He likes tequila and Hawaiian food. He likes fart jokes and 'The Sopranos'.
:)

Wow-my family seems so normal now. That's nice. :)

Except for my husbands brother and family. They live in the same city as us - yet we see them only on Christmas. They are invited to all the usual family fuctions but never come.

They used to though - until The Incident. My youngest and their youngest (who is actually a few months older) were playing around at a brunch years ago at some buffet restaraunt. They were all of 2 years old and my husband's brother jokingly (?) egged his son on to hit mine or wrestle with him or something. Nothing much happened - a quick few tears that ended. I missed the whole thing but was curious - so the next day I emailed her asking what had happened. And apparently while describing the incident in a way very similar to how I just did, I angered her to the point where she sent several flaming emails my way. I replied with an - oh no - you've misunderstood - I didn't mean that. This furhter insulted her, implying that (gasp!) she'd not understood what I was trying to say.

So - out of an incident 6 years ago, we don't see them anymore. I'd love to get to know my nephews more - but I think they fear her wackiness as much as the rest of us.

She's taking medication now (mental issues) and that's helped a bit. Apparently I just got a taste.

But still - we only see them once a year.


On my side of the family is the child molesting husband adopted child of a relative who - thankfully - is now dead. So is his married-to-someone-who-could-never-do-that wife. Their child is with other family members.

Heh, I could spend all day on my family and the next few days on my in-laws. :p However, I've realized that everyone one of these stories involves drug use, abuse and neglect of kids, law breaking, or any combination of the three. So since that is more depressing than anything, I'll stick to the funnyish stories that I roll my eyes about.

A few weeks ago my mother in law (whom I love to death, and is wonderful) shows up at the house. As Indi runs out to greet her she pulls from behind her back a 20 oz Pepsi and a big grab of Funyuns. She says, "Look what Nani brought you! If your mommy says it's ok..." So I either have a choice of looking incredibly mean and taking the treats that his precious Nani brought him away or letting a three year old have a huge amount of junk food that would make him hyper and miserable all night.

I chose the latter. Thankfully, he shared with Daddy, who managed to eat/drink the majority of it. But still, he's THREE!!!! Who brings a huge soda and bag of chips to a three year old?! She knows how I feel about junk food and that we don't keep it in the house. I think she really feels I am depriving my family. They have food issues though. I've seen her fry a cheese filled hot dog in an inch and a half of corn oil. And she's diabetic. :rolleyes:

I have an outstanding relationship with my mother and father in law. They are great people. I have no idea how two of their offspring could be such total idiots.

Lol, I know that feeling. My mother and father in law are wonderful. Calm, loving people that mostly keep to themselves. I have no idea what happened to make Michael's sisters the way they are. His brothers are great people, but a bit weird.

Dad - normally wonderful and supportive. However, with mom's recent fight with stage 4 uterine cancer, he's turned into a total ass, using "tough love", thus resulting in her feeling abandoned during her battle.

Sister - she's 40 going on 14. Her favorite non-swear word is "penis", and she loves to talk very loudly about who she sleeps with, intends on sleeping with, or our parents' sex life and/or body parts. (No joke.) Vindictive and vile, she always insists on getting her way, and will abuse/coerce anyone she can just to see that she gets her way. Her latest endeavor - keeping "score" on how many times she's visited with our mother during recovery, versus how many times Ken and I have, even though we live 300 miles away. Her claim - "It's not fair that Teresa hasn't been here as often as I have." (And, she lives about 15 minutes from their house.)

Brother - 42, and still bitter and crazy for the last 32 years that I've been around on this planet. He's hated me since birth, since I wasn't a boy. (Seriously.) He physically and mentally abused me as a kid, and even punched me in the nose on my 15th birthday. (Keep in mind he's 10 years older than me.) He's single, and can't keep a woman past a few months, because of his chauvenism. He even refused to wear the matching t-shirts for our dad's 60th birthday party, because I made them. :rolleyes:

Petty siblings sure suck, DPhile. I am fortunate enough to only have one, a sister, and a good one a that.

My uncle. And maybe when I'm bored in class I'll post about him and his mofron ways.

My Mom did this with my Dad's brain tumor. She read a book somewhere that said you shouldn't baby people with cancer. Well that would have been just hunky dory if the tumor wasn't pressing on the part of his brain that controlled motor functions. He couldn't make his hands work properly but because she read it in some mumbo jumbo book he was supposed to fend for himself, make his own dinner etc. Whatever.

And the reason she wasn't home was she was at the rest home visiting my great aunt, who thought it was 1932 most of the time and had no idea who was who. And who my mother wasn't close to at all until she became ill. I think my mom likes people to see what a great person she is - it's all for show. Look how she visits her Aunt every day, what a great gal.

She loves to visit the ill and elderly obscure relatives (second cousin's a billion times removed) but me or my sister - forget it. I can't tell you how many times we got sent home from school sick because she made us got to school as we were "faking".

Hmm. let's see here...

My maternal grandmother is an ignorant, self-centered racist. Born in the Missouri backwoods, she had a colorful career as a moonshiner and prostitute before moving to California. When my mom was dying of cancer, my grandmother was livid that she couldn't bring her groceries and talk on the phone for hours, even though she has 2 perfectly healthy sons who lived nearby and could have helped out. None of this trio ever bothered to visit my mom in the hospital. They wonder why I don't stay in touch.

On the other side, my cousin is a meth addict who alternates between living on the street and in prison. Her parents, my aunt and uncle who are both in their 60's are raising her 3 children, ages 3-8.

My uncle. The wonderful control freak who will not be invited to my wedding. I found out he would be visiting for a week and I promptly moved out of the house.

Control freak says it all. When my aunt, him and my cousins were visitng a few years ago (so I'm in my mid-20s, not living at home, supporting myself yadda yadda*) we (their family, my parents and myself) go to LA to visit more family). We had a sucktastic day (every day with him is sucktastic) and I decided I would park my butt at Starbucks and enjoy people watching while they go shop Rodeo Drive. He has a fit that my parents "allow me" (see * above) to hang out at Starbucks instead of doing what he wanted.

OK, so later we all go for dinner and I have a salad, and am still a bit hungry so I asked my dad if I could get a side of pancakes (we were at IHOP). My lovely uncle says something to me about eating enough already. Uh, thanks. Then he bit my dads head off for stating that 1) I was an adult and 2) he was not my father. Uncle has a fit. (It should be noted that throughout the entire visit he tried to control my food intake :confused: :rolleyes: )

Through the whole visit he was just a big baby and kept trying to boss me around (and those of know you will know how bad of an idea this is) and control everyone

Needless to say that visit did not go well.

I found out about a year ago his daughters have severe eating disorders. Gee, I wonder why.

And that is my idiot family member.

In my family, I'm the idiot relative :D

[Matts MIL] That Matt cannot be trusted with appliances. He has to go and mess with everything.[/Matts MIL]

lets just go with a brief summary. I have no doubt I could overrun the servers storage capacity with raving somewhat self serving tripe.
my lil bro and his daughter are cool (period). by far the only ones I have even in the least any respect for.
the rest run the gamut from gutless twit older brother to inlaws I wouldnt waste ammo on as its far better to let them suffer in their own little biggoted, holier than thou glass house and watch it shatter every time one of them opens their big mouth...

there...I feel much better now.

:argghh:

The only only idiot in my family I had personal experience with was an ex in-law. And what she did isn't worth the digital ink to retell, especially since I was too young to know all the particulars of how things went down.

While there are family members I could complain about, honestly this thread really makes me think of my own failings as a relative. For the most part I am disconnected with my family. Even those family members I love and respect the most go missing from my consciousness for great periods of time only to emerge for certain holidays, weddings, and funerals. No doubt this makes me the family snob, shunning the joyous company of eveyone else, no doubt I will pay for this with a lonely quiet death, shut away in a home in some rural community without a coast.

Happily, I have nothing to report. I feel so fortunate.




But keep those wonderful, horrible stories coming. This is the most sadly hysterical thread ever.

If you had my family, you'd welcome such an end. They wouldn't leave you alone, though- they'd smell the possibility of an inheritance and be all over you like a swarm of rabid killer bees.

This thread is sadly hysterical, isn't it.

My mom isn't an idiot, but she is a bit weird sometimes. A few days ago I was talking to her on the phone. She's always giving me guilt trips about not telling her about the kids, yadda yadda yadda, so I tell her about something Indi said that I thought was cute.

We went on a field trip to the fire station and Indi was really impressed with the firemen. This led to us talking about what he could be when he grew up, etc. He was thrilled that he could one day be a fireman. A few minutes later, I wanted to know if that desire had stuck or not so I asked him what he wants to be when he grows up. He responded, "An alligator." :D

So I tell my mom that story, thinking she'll get a grandmotherly kick out of it. She's silent for a few seconds and then says in a completely serious tone, "Oh, dear. He can't be an alligator when he grows up." Gee mom, really? I actually know that, but seeing as how he's three, I think I'll let him live in fantasy for just a bit longer. She was really bothered by it! :rolleyes:

Maybe she just doesn't want him to be disappointed?

After stories like these, I can see why having a trust is important. A trust doesn't have to go through probate.

You took the words out of my... um... fingers!

I have tons of slightly odd relatives. We do have one story of bizzare co-incidence though.

My mother's sister goes to a small, private all girls college in the bay area. Ends up getting preggers, leaves school, gets married and has my cousin D.

About 18ish years later, my Dad's niece ends up going to the same small college only now it's co-ed. Ends up getting preggers, tells no one. Her room mates still have no idea I'm pretty sure. Anyway at around oh 8mo's ish she decides she'll go home (centeral valley) and tell her parents. Gets home while everyone is at work and promptly goes into labor. Drives herself to the hospital and calls her mom. "Hi Mom, umm just wanted to let you know I'm pregnant and in the hospital having the baby right now".

Anyway the bizzare thing is her baby is born on the same day as my other cousin D. Odd.

After that my Dad forbid us to go to any dances there or drink the water, just in case.

many days, that doesnt sound all that bad to me

"I want to go out like my uncle...resting comfortably in his sleep. Not screaming in fear like his passengers" :D

My Mom had a will and a trust which was supposidly not contestable. However, because she made a holographic codicil, it became contestable - or the slut attorney made a successful bid at contesting.

What she thought was iron-clad became jello.

:( That's good to know. So if the codicil hadn't been holographic, and was done by a lawyer, it would have held up better?

I'm sure NA already knows all of this, but for anyone else that's interested...

In NA's case I'd guess that the Evil one argued that it was NOT her moms signature.

there are provisions you can add to wills and other estate handling that heads that off somewhat. something to the effect of 'any and all parties contesting the content and intention of this document cannot be awarded any sum or property, personal or real valued at greater than $1'

My Mom made a couple of holographic codicils to her will. One was removing my sister from recieving any material posessions. The second was removing my brother as execetor. The whole family agreed - at first - that the codicils were written in a moment of drug-infused madness and that we would split everything evenly between the 4 of us, material posessions included.

However, when my sister decided then she needed MORE than the rest of us, the trouble started. She hired a lawyer slut, my Brother fought her and went ahead with the distrubution of money and stuff, but my sister refused to cooperate. It became a battle of wills between my brother and sister.

There was a contestation clause, but, somehow, the judge overruled it. There are lots of other details and horror stories, but I really have blocked a TON of it out of my mind. It was an AWFUL 2 years.

Funny side story - I was on the phone to my SIL and my evil sister was trying to get through to my brother (they did not have call waiting). She called me and actually ORDERED me to get off the phone so she could call my brother. Uh, I don't think so. CONTROLFREAKBITCH!

Perhaps a bit of that, but mostly just that she doesn't approve of fantasy. You should hear her go on about the tooth fairy. :rolleyes: It would have been pretty disappointing if I had told him he can't grow up to be another species before he's ready to hear it.

Sheesh. What kind of mom are you?! Not letting your son grow up to be another species. :rolleyes:

Next think I know, you'll be telling me you're going to let your children wander around Disneyland without you when they are older. :p

My best friend sat her daughter down when she was I think 7 and told her the tooth fairy, santa, easter bunny etc were not real because she was tired of having to set it all up :(

That is just wrong and sad. I was raised Jewish and my parents let me believe in all of that, including the Easter Bunny and Santa just so I wouldn't spoil it for the other kids. Of course that created a whole other set of issues, like why didn't the Easter Bunny come visit me. And why didn't Santa come visit me.

Totally none of my business so feel free to not answer, but I figured I'd ask anyway - how much contact do you have with evil sister? After everything that happened, I think I'd have a hard time having anything to do with her.

I have four siblings, all older. Most of my friends know about two of them (brother and sister). Some of them know I have a second sister that I don't have much contact with (couldn't be bothered to come to my wedding even though she only lived 15 minutes away from the wedding site and had been angry previously that I had the money and ability to go on vacation once a year and she didn't, never mind that I was single and had a decent job and she was married with three kids). Most don't even know I have another brother because I almost never talk about him. After multiple things happening in the past, I pretty much cut him off. I only sent a wedding invitation at the insistence of my mother, and I knew he wasn't going to come anyway. Couple years ago, he pulled something else and ended up freaking out my mom, which really pissed me off partly because I had to talk her down, and I ended up having to do something nice for him not because I wanted to but basically to calm down my mother.

I have absolutely no contact with her, nor does my Brother and other Sister. She basically lost her entire family with this little stunt. I hope it was worth it to her, but I don't need this kind of BS in my life for any reason - even if they are family.

This also shows why I have very littel tolerance for BS among other people in my life. I've had more than my share and don't care to experience more.

Indi tries to do that now. :rolleyes: Anytime we were taking too long eating, resting, whatever, he would simply get up and announce his intent to go ride the train, or Dumbo, or whatever, and then start walking away as if he knew exactly where he was going. It's in his genes I guess. :p

I think what we're doing here is healthy. To vent about them, to laugh at them, to discuss... Cause no matter what we do, they're still family.
Thank goodness for friends, eh?
I think the best thing to do with the ones that are toxic is to not buy into their game and be like them. Space is good.
:)

I think I would feel healthier still if I were able to chase them around with a claw hammer for awhile.

Yes, I think that's acceptable, too. :D

Nah, no sport in that where my brothers are concerned- they'd be dead before they even realised it was a claw hammer and not a bottle or pipe coming at them.

Yeah, that makes sense. I was wondering because you had mentioned that she called you. She must still have your contact info from before. I was just amazed that you could be civil to her after all that she'd pulled.

I know some people will say that family is family no matter what, but I'm not sure how I see that someone being related to me means they can torture me in ways that I don't allow total strangers to.

Words to live by.

I have an Aunt that is always trying to tell me that blood is thicker than water, she's your sister, blah blah blah. I simply say that my own well-being is worth more to me than having a relationship with an abusive and damaging person, no matter what the relationship is.

Hear hear. Or here here. (However it's spelled.) :)

The best part about my family is that they're mostly in Hawai'i. And Boston is about as far away as you can get from Hawai'i and still be in the US.
;)

The other thing I figure is - if I'm going to get the whole "they're family" speech, then why don't they treat me like I'm an important part of the family? Why is "we're family" only a one-way street?

I've gotten that speech from my mother about my oldest brother as well, and I pretty much just ignored it - she doesn't do that any more. My mother doesn't know about some of the stuff my brother pulled when I was younger, and I've seen my parents let him walk all over them, though I think he stopped doing that a while ago. If they want to do that, that's their right, and I also think it's partly a cultural thing on their part, but I don't care that much that he has supposedly changed - there are things that he has never and never will apologize to me for - so I see no reason for there to be a relationship with him. Part of the problem we had was that at some point, I decided I was tired of him telling me what to do, and I spoke up, and he really couldn't deal with that. Imagine that - me speaking up! ;)

My mom says the same thing about my uncle (he is her brother). It's not even a matter of being civil for the sake of seeing my cousins. They live in Canada (and they are adults who know they have an open invite to come stay with me any time they want).

I finally said if I was dating a guy who was treating me like he does you'd do everything in your power to get me away from him. Why do you feel this need to make me associate with him because he is blood? If you want to then fine, but don't get mad at me because I don't want to associate with a controlling manipulative man-child. And don't get mad when I get upset that you allow him to treat me how he does. Stand up for me.

I guess I can add my mom to the idiot relative list. But she's really not that bad. Most of the time.

"Friends are chosen family." A wise person just told me that.
I like that.
:)

Yeah, I have no problem drawing hard boundry lines. I think that some people feel I am too harsh, but I've seen what the other side of the boundry looks like and I don't want to go there again. And, I'm not apologetic about it at all.

:)

For without friends, we'd be stuck with only our idiot relatives.

Your original insticnts are correct. It is "hear, hear".

Odly enough, when saying the phrase "now see here", the spelling is different.


:D

Yeah, it just seems harsh to other people. In actuality, it's survival.
I cut my folks out of my life for 7 years. It was a good thing for me. We disowned each other and it turned out to be a good thing for all involved. We all realized we had our own lives to live. I found a great guy and they found that having a fag for a son is not so bad.
;)

As the saying goes: 'Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.'


Well, everytime there's a post in this thread, I love my non-idiot family more and more.

As for one of my aforementioned idiot brothers in law....My 12 year old goes camping every year for a week or so with Grandma and a collection of others. Got back today. Idiot B-I-L (IBIL from now on) and his family was with them.

Grandma, my daughter, IBIL, his wife, and their two kids in a pop up camper sleeping together. 4 beds - grandma in one, my daughter in one, IBIL and his 6 year old daughter in one, his wife and 2 year old son in one.

IBIL decides he doesn't like being kicked by his 6 year old daughter all night, so half way through the first night he moves his daughter into bed with mine. So now my daughter is getting no sleep because his daughter keeps kicking her all night. For the next 4 nights she got little to no sleep because IBIL wouldn't sleep with his daughter. He then decides to declare to everyone that my daughter snores and kept everyone awake, embarrassing her immensely.....and it was a lie. She doesn't snore.

What an a$$hole.

My MIL won't drink Diet Coke.


...That's about it.


Oh, yes, my Dad has become forgetful to the point where he now loses keys, wallets and whole cars. That's right, he lost his car an got a cab home. I had to take him back to the shopping mall and look for it (it was in the one car-park he said it wouldn't be in.)

Ralphie's dad wants us to marry two rich old women who are about to kick the bucket. That's his solution for us to make money.
:D

And the problem with this is.....what?

Having to deal with old lady... junk...


:D :eek:

You need to go on a cruise. That can be a good indicator for income level. Think of it as an investment in your future.

Out of nowhere an old exchange between me and my younger brother Steve popped into my head today. I think you'll enjoy it.

*phone rings*

Me: Hello

Steve: J, what does "pilfer" mean?

Me (confused): Huh?

Steve: I filled out a job application today. One of the questions was, "Will you be willing to pilfer?". I didn't know what that means so I said yes.

Me: Hahahaha! They asked if you'd be willing to steal from them and you said yes.

Steve: Oh sh!t. Gotta go.

*click*

But would he extort, filch and sack?

I'll drink up to that.

After my wonderful phone conversation with my mother, she ended the call by saying that the biggest problem with the fighting between Israel and Lebanon is that neither side has Jesus in their lives.
Oh well... baby steps...

My mother came over to my cousins this weekend to see us, my sister, her daughter and my aunt. Spent the whole time on the computer looking for some part for her shower curtain. She can get it but not in white and it must be white.

When my cousin went to check in her she'd "accidentially" ended up on some porn site (on my computer). Then she came out to get her wallet, we asked her if she was going buy something but she didn't get it.

So family reunion was all of us outside chatting and my mother inside "accidentially" surfing porn while looking for shower curtain parts. Good times.

Yes, but he draws the line at out and out theft.