family

I still haven't figured out what I did to deserve it, but I was born into a CRAZY family.

When I say 'crazy' I don't mean "awh, look at Grandma, skinny dipping in the pool again". What I mean by crazy is: "so the doctor's changed dad's medication again, says this time he should stop sexually assaulting the goats once and for all. Ma's gone off the deep end again too - gone off and married another drunken woodsman with a temper".

And although this may sound a bit far fetched, sadly it's not that far from the truth.

I've reached the point where I'm about ready to throw in the towel on my family. I mean, I have one sister that loves me and cares about spending as much time with me as I with her, and she's mostly sane too. :o] And I have a great husband, and we're starting our own family. Plus, I have wonderful in-laws who've taken me in as their own, who don't hesitate to offer help and support, and who actually enjoy our presence.

So why do I still feel the need to keep trying with my mom and others? I'm about ready to just write them off completely.
We'll have to see how Thanksgiving goes - perhaps this will be it.

Music: Janis Joplin - Women Is Losers