I've noticed a lot of these threads recently so I decided to make one that's all encompassing. I'm the third child of four children. My sister dropped out of college and got married when she was 18 and now lives with her husband and two kids and lets just say their income is less what is required to be considered middle class. They basically make it buy by living off her husbands dads income (since he is a widower and his only child is my sisters husband). My brother lives in a homeless shelter and is an alcoholic. How did this come about you may ask? Well I guess we would have to take a look into our past. Lets start with the oldest, my sister. For the most part she was fairly normal. She was smart and had friends. My brother (second oldest) had behavioral issues in school. It seemed like every other day my parents would be in the principals office getting him out of trouble. Kids made fun of him and he had a hard time holding down a solid group of friends. Him and my dad were always fighting. My brother had anger issues, to say the least, and would beat holes in the wall and even cut walls (with a hunting knife he received as a gift). He was put in a psychiatric ward and a group home for a short amount of time (on separate occasions). Eventually he was placed in a school for people of his condition, so to speak. My parents and him both ended up not liking the school and began homeschooling. My brother never did work and would rather play computer games and/or learn about computers. It's not that he was dumb he just didn't want to conform to the learning process I suppose. Anyway eventually my parents put him in community college to earn an associates degree in computer science. My mom drove him every day to school. He failed his classes because he left his ID at a friends house and refused to get it for some reason. Apparently you needed the ID in order to take the test so he ended up failing there as well. My brother took jobs working at different stores and restaurants. A local pizza shop, best buy, sears, ect. He could only keep these jobs for no more than six months usually. One year (when I was in 6th grade or so) my family, minus my older sister (since my sister lived with her husband) and brother, went on vacation. I guess my parents decided it would be more of a problem to take my brother then it was worth and he wanted to stay home so he decided to stay home. His only rule was don't have anyone over. Of course a week into our vacation we get a call from our neighbor about loud noises and lots of cars parked in front of our house. We were about five hours away from home at that time and ended our vacation and got home as quickly as possible. When we got home my brother was no were to be found, the house reeked of pot, and we noticed a lot of valuables were missing. (over all nearly 60,000 dollars worth of property and damages). This was probably the most traumatizing experiences i've faced. The people at the party, it turns out, were random people he met at the bowling alley. He was on the run for about a week and was finally found at a church of all places. My brother never paid the money back for the damages. Later he got a girl he was seeing pregnant without being married. The child was biracial (which I have no problem with) but my dad has a huge problem with it and pretty much just wants "the problem" to go away. My mom wants to spend time with the child since her parents and grandparents never wanted to spend time with her. I love my brother and my nephew but I just don't want the problems associated with them. My brother has been kicked out of the house and "let back in" several times when he has been low on cash. He is an alcoholic and has crashed 4 cars in 5 years. My mom gives him money and buys him things behind my families back which everyone in my family, except my mom, sees and enabling him to be a drunk and a deadbeat. My mom keeps getting conned into helping my brother by buying him things and giving him money or she thinks she is being a bad mother if she is not doing so. My mom is being torn up on the inside about "not being a good mother" and not being able to see her grandchild. I guess that's all I can think of to say right now except I love my entire family just some of the actions they take and the decisions they make I despise. Thanks for reading and feel free to comment or post your own life story/problem.
I don't talk to my lady about our problems and so I type to you guys, she hates my peepee but I can converse fine and hold a normal communicative relationship with all of you. How can I not be so passive aggressive with my special lady but still manage to find something to whine about in the GD? HELP! (I assumed this was just a thread for everyone to have their life story/problem on display, to cut down on bandwidth. Was I wrong?)
It'd be like the lizard/parrot/miniature dog owned by some 40yr old dude to replace his personality for so many people, I think TFW'd just lose too many posters if that forum existed. Ok, I'm done being mean. Seriously guys, my lady hates my peepee. Help.
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I consider myself fortunate. I have had my biography published and filmed. (gotta admit the writer was a hack/flash in the pan and got all the proceeds. The bastard.) now I don't have to bore you with details.
You know HALF the 1st page of threads in this forum need to be merged with this one into one Super Ultra MEGA "My Life Sucks" thread.
Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down, and like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air. In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool and all shootin' some B-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!". I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Naw, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!". I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later!". I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
