I Feel I Was Born Into The Wrong Family
[b]Oh boy. [/b]
My family is... well, at the risk of sounding like a classist, they are pretty much all poor white trash. 馃槖 They all have made really poor life choices repeatedly, valuing a good time over responsibility. They're all addicted to something, whether it's drugs, alcohol, food, or stealing. Most of them have been in and out of jail for various reasons. They all were physically abusive to both spouses and kids. They all raised their kids with the least effort possible, which pretty much translates to: we kids had to raise ourselves.
Most of my mom's side of the family is loud, crass, obstinate, and easily-angered, with huge senses of entitlement. A lot of them are narcissists, and I have one uncle who is probably a psychopath. They all partied hard in their youth and continued that lifestyle even into older age, which is why a lot of them are dead now from overdoses.
My dad's side of the family are all mousy, poor, uneducated, alcoholics who don't know anything of life except for marrying young and breeding a dozen babies before age 30. Most of them died early too- from fried foods and too much booze and cigarettes.
I'm different from them all, which is probably why I never felt like I fit in. The family member I was closest to was my beloved grandmother on mom's side- she was pure class. She was refined, sparkling, educated, wordly. Her home was always immaculate, she never touched tobacco and only had a sip or two of brandy at Christmas. I feel like of every member of my family, she was the one I was most like. She and I enjoyed the same activities, had the same taste in films, same senses of humor, we were both wholehearted practitioners of tact, and we both enjoyed the more refined things in life. I still wonder to this day why such a polished diamond of a woman married an oaf such as my grandfather, who was pretty much a bumpkin. 馃
My family is... well, at the risk of sounding like a classist, they are pretty much all poor white trash. 馃槖 They all have made really poor life choices repeatedly, valuing a good time over responsibility. They're all addicted to something, whether it's drugs, alcohol, food, or stealing. Most of them have been in and out of jail for various reasons. They all were physically abusive to both spouses and kids. They all raised their kids with the least effort possible, which pretty much translates to: we kids had to raise ourselves.
Most of my mom's side of the family is loud, crass, obstinate, and easily-angered, with huge senses of entitlement. A lot of them are narcissists, and I have one uncle who is probably a psychopath. They all partied hard in their youth and continued that lifestyle even into older age, which is why a lot of them are dead now from overdoses.
My dad's side of the family are all mousy, poor, uneducated, alcoholics who don't know anything of life except for marrying young and breeding a dozen babies before age 30. Most of them died early too- from fried foods and too much booze and cigarettes.
I'm different from them all, which is probably why I never felt like I fit in. The family member I was closest to was my beloved grandmother on mom's side- she was pure class. She was refined, sparkling, educated, wordly. Her home was always immaculate, she never touched tobacco and only had a sip or two of brandy at Christmas. I feel like of every member of my family, she was the one I was most like. She and I enjoyed the same activities, had the same taste in films, same senses of humor, we were both wholehearted practitioners of tact, and we both enjoyed the more refined things in life. I still wonder to this day why such a polished diamond of a woman married an oaf such as my grandfather, who was pretty much a bumpkin. 馃
41-45, F
