damn, thats the good side? wow man.
Yeah, with them I don't have to put on as much of an act. I can just lean back, talk my shit, hug some old ladies, and put up with other people's guilt over my mom dying. I can deal with that in doses.
My dad? Everyone knows my dad is an obsessive, power hungry, control freak. He's a cool guy, until you get to know him. He's one of those that will casually tell a joke at your expense in front of a crowd of strangers to establish himself. Its a really awkward day any time I talk to him because I can't stand him, but he knows me better than anyone and even though he's never been around when it counted, he's taught me a lot (the hard way if nothing else). He tries, but he doesn't even realize the kind of asshole he is deep down and there's nothing anyone can tell him at this point. I'm the last person to call him on his shit, to his face, and we've had more than one falling out because of it.
So when I show up, everyone kind of looks at me, then looks at him, and they all wonder if this will be the year that we start brawling right on top of the dining room table. Most of the time we're cool, but they are right... its bound to happen.
And my stepmom? She's a success story, came out of old country
dirt and now heads up an international med supply distribution company and she's doing great - we've just never been able to get along on a deep, deep level. It all happened when I was kind of thrown into a situation where I was forced to stay with my dad and her when I was around 14 - I ruined her little fairy tale household or something. I wasn't bad or anything, I was just 'the baggage' and I could feel it and she sucked at hiding it. Every time I see her family she tries to keep the act up but again, its bullshit.
I'd much rather go to a friend's for Thanksgiving. I've always been that adopted kid from down the street. I know my family is pretty jacked, but I'm not sure
how jacked. I've got too many stories to tell and I'm only 24.
" stuff until the majority of the people show up, then we all get together and let whoever say a prayer, then its every man for himself when it comes to getting your own food and seat... Even if there were a table big enough, I don't think we'd all sit at it. We just kinda eat and move.
