My family is probably one of the worst families in the world. No one seems to care about each other and they all despise each other. I will list below all the reasons why:
My dad is angry a lot
My grandparents aren't bothered about me or my family - never ever visit us or want to do anything with us.
I see threads on here with people concerned about their nephews etc. while I think I've only ever gone out with one of my auntie/uncle once on a day out whilst never had any connection with the rest of them. One of my other uncle/auntie has done their best to ignore me when they saw me in a shop. They were right behind me and ignored me lol.
Also, my grandparent stayed at my uncles' house in Spain and when there didn't want to do anything with the grandchildren. He was told then told that his house isnt a hotel so that relationship ended there. When that uncle came over to my home country he went to grandparent house with my cousin to say hello. My grandparent was having dinner and then told my uncle does he thinks his house is a hotel and that he can come anytime he like? My uncle ended his trip there and took the earliest flight home to Spain.
After my parents got married my auntie lied to my grandparent that my mum was really rude to her. I've no idea why but my mum apologised and gave flowers to say sorry even though did nothing bad.
My grandparents lied so they wouldn't have to come to our house on Christmas day. They said when they told my auntie that they'd be coming to our house that my auntie burst into tears. So then they decided to go to their house apparently. My mum and dad asked my auntie about that story and she says that was all lies.
I see lots of closely knit families all the time and I am very jealous. It must be nice to have a group of closely knit people that all love each other. My family is just a pack of nasty hateful loser dogs!
I would trade your family for mine in a heartbeat. Since I was 9 years old, they have always abused me and hated me, from grandparents to 3rd cousins I am hated and treated badly, and rarely any of them even care a little about each other.
my grandparents didn't care about me except my grandmother, but only that grandmother cares is because we are blood related. She hates everything personally about me besides that. All my other grandparents didnt care to ever call or spend time with me. When i was in need, they would never lift a single penny.
My uncles and aunts all hate me and curse at me and spread rumors and lies behind my back. Same with many cousins. Half the family just doesnt care to ever speak to me, even at a special event even if its been a day or years since i have seen them.
Most my life, I grew up without my biological father, he was a meth, cocaine drug addict and in his first 30 years he was an alcoholic, living homeless on the streets. He's had my half brothers and sisters with over 4 different women he never married, including my mother. He spent the majority of his life in prison for the drugs and fights and then he spent the other majority homeless and jobless, simply because he just wanted sex, alcohol and drugs. Once, when i was living in just a tiny room as an adult, he just got out of prison and had nowhere to go. He told me he changed and he lives for God, i didnt believe him, but i had mercy to give him a chance. He moved in and told me how to organize my room, when i pay for the rent and he doesnt. He stole my stuff while i was gone. He lied about moving when he gets his checks he made from prison being a trash guy, but when he got it he just blew it on a highly expensive phone, drugs and mountain dew, and rent right next to the empty room from mine. then he was out of money, for food, he kept stealing mine. He just stayed there watching child inappropriate content and when it blocked his phone, he asked me to help get it off. Later, he argued with me, and cursed me out, and said "I should of killed you when you were a little boy!!" then he tackled me to the stone tile floor and fought me. Later that month, he went homeless. Last i have seen of him.
My step father and biological mother kept me and all my other 3 siblings i grew up with OUT OF SCHOOLS OUR ENTIRE CHILDHOOD. Yep. We all have absolutely no education. Well, maybe my brother finally just got a GED, but that took years and he is in his mid 20s. Its not even impressive to do that. But my little sister can barely read, she only started learning to read like a 1st grader when she was 18 years old.
On top of that, they would hit me, throw glass dishes at me, scream like you dont even hear on a wild bad movie, making constant threats, they destroyed their houses so much, the only doors in the house were the front, back and rest rooms. Not on bedrooms. They lived out in the woods to hide from neighbors noticing their screaming and fighting and abusing us, and even the fact they also did illegal drugs. Cops were called, yeah, and they did absolutely nothing for years and years.
When i was 11, the stress being their all night and day being abused, I began to grow hatred for them, and the anger exploded and i cut myself, and over the years, my cuts got really deep where i needed stitches. So its not those average, little kitty scratches that just bleed a few seconds, these cuts could bleed for minutes or even close to an hour. I hurt myself to hold myself back from hurting them and to relieve my stress from their abuse.
They never bought me clothes since i was 9. I wore the same underwear and shorts and shirt until i was an adult. No need really to have much clothes, because we just lived far out in the woods, miles and miles from any single store. They didn't teach me to brush my teeth, or wash my body.
I began to have seizures at 14 years old and they happened A LOT. it prevented me for many years to having a job, or driving, and it made people afraid to be with me that they'd rather have nothing to do with me than see me have a seizure.
They tried to do everything to get rid of me but i kept getting sent back; they've put me in mental institution, claiming i am insane because i cut myself, but the institution could tell im not insane, then they sent me to my grandmothers, but a year later she got too old to work and needed to live elsewhere, and i lived in a room mates house which he took my girlfriend and had sex with her then he kicked me out, and my family didnt want to take me, so they sent me to homeless shelters in the freezing winter, but the shelters require you to work, but i couldnt because i didnt understand society and i had no skills of even understanding cleaning and money and taxes because i didnt go to school and my parents never taught us anything, plus i kept having seizures, so the homeless shelter couldnt keep me and made me homeless in the freezing rain in the winter, and I also have been to boys homes, and one of those old guys got mad in less than 15 minutes and i dont know why, but he put his arm around my neck and started dragging me down their hall way, i got scared and bit him, so he called the police and i went to jail to wait to see a judge for a week, then the judge just sent me to another boys home, later they found my parents should take care of me so they sent me back to them, then once i was a legal adult age, my step father threatened me with a metal baseball bat, called the police and made a restriction order, and left me homeless again in the freezing winter and rain again. Then my aunts, uncles, grandparents, no one would help me at all. They all left me out there homeless, with seizures, no way to work, no way to eat, no where to sleep except the ground, etc.
But when i was 18, not long before that, I surrendered my life to Jesus Christ, so when i became homeless, i put my faith in him to lead me even though my future seemed hopeless and worthless. I had no friends, no loving family, and yet- all of them claim to be Christians. My family is even a family of multiple pastors and preachers. Mostly Pentecostals.
Even chapels kicked me out because of my looks, and weird personality. When you dont have tv, school, friends, time with family, etc- where do you think you gain a personality from? What do you think influences you? Well, i raised myself and became my own influence. People hate me because i am like no one else.
Later on in life, i have had many rough times, but now i have a wife, 2 babies, an apartment, a job, Jesus answered my prayer last year and healed me from my seizures, now i can drive and continue working, but recently, hateful neighbors moved near and got the landlord on us over nothing, and we may get evicted and go homeless or to hotel. Not enough money to just move. But ever since i was saved, everything changed. But every day, my difficulties are from my family and them abusing me and hating me, for no good reason. Even all my siblings struggle through this life and they are almost 30. Our life has always been very hard more than the average person. There's way more than this that went on with my life, these are just some cruel points. The scars on my body remind me every day of those days, that its incredibly hard to keep forgiving them. Now days, they dont see me at all anymore, and i dont see why they should.
If i had your family, I'd be more grateful than having to have the one I have. Yet, I've seen Jesus do miraculous things in me and my life. That if all these bad things didnt happen, i would likely not get to know Jesus this much.
I have a specific testimony book if you'd like to read it. just let me know. You dont need to buy it or anything, i can just email it or something. It's nearly 500 pages long describing my life and how/why i was saved by Jesus. Everyone cries reading it saying they have never seen a life like mine.
Well, yahweh bless.