I don’t know why you’re holding this against me when it has nothing to do with you. It’s so unfair. I am always, always there for you, and I feel like you never have my back. It’s been two months and you’ve barely said more than a few words to me every time I try to talk to you. You won’t even tell me why you’re mad, and deny that you are when it’s so, so obvious. It’s either what I think it is, or could be something totally different. Who knows with you. I’ve tried and tried to figure it out but I just can’t make sense of it. I don’t understand why you hold shit against me. We’re family in case you’ve forgotten. I would do anything for you. I’m hurting and need to talk to you. How long is this going to go on for? We’ve already lost a year and I don’t want it to happen again. —Blood Makes You Related, Loyalty Makes You Family
This article appears in Sep 27 – Oct 3, 2012.
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Call me crazy, but I still don’t fully understand why some people hold everyone related to them in such high regards. I treat each person I meet equally, unless they do something that makes me act otherwise. Why are a group of people that you’re related to always so socially important? You can build a family with just about any group of people. If your family deserves your love and affection, then dish it out to your fullest capacity. If not, fuck ’em
Why would you hold such strong attachments to people who may not treat you with the respect you deserve? I have friends who call me more often, treat me better, and judge me less than some family members. Are those family members still more valuable than the unrelated friends? Fuck no!
Too many relationship bitches lately, is this a fucking Agony Aunt column for sados?
methinks someone, is fucking someone else close to you. and by being quiet, they hope you don’t find out. i’ll never tell.
Trust no one especially family;that’s if they’re anything like mine….Fucking cut ya before your back is turned toward them.
A tip of the derby to you, Cap, you summed it up quite nicely.
Perfect strangers treat me better than anyone in my fucked up family treat me.
boru, you poor baby, come cry on papa sucks shoulder.
“It’s either what I think it is, or could be something totally different.”
You have just heard a bulletin from the Department of the Bleeding Obvious.
Speaking of…court again in the morning.Lawyer may call me to testify.I’m very,very nervous.
What’s your fucking point?
Sheesh, I hate these pointless bitches where you read the whole fucking thing to try and figure out what the fuck they’re talking about.
Yeah I know it’s a family issue, but please enlighten us readers what the issues are.
Who cares what the finer points of contention in this post are? Big deal, family members who don’t agree or don’t get along. We all got them; they’re out there. Many choices for the OP: Continue to suck it all up and keep your mouth shut (not recommended); give it back to them the same way they do you (pretty good plan) or walk away and limit your time with family. Like the old saying goes you can choose your friends but not your family. Life is too short to worry either way. Enjoy 🙂
“Blood is thicker than water, but maple syrup is thicker than blood. So pancakes are more important than family.” – Unknown
I’d rather sit down to beakfast with a stack of pancakes, than half my family. Lol, I’ve got a couple of sisters whose graves I plan on pissing on.
this will be a relief hugo http://www.montrealgazette.com/news/millio…
paingirl – I’m wondering how they determined that it was the stolen syrup?
“Yes Officer, that’s my maple syrup, I’d recognize it anywhere.”
Cute kitty-bat BTW 😉
My family would have to eat our pancakes with our hands.eating utensils.No shit I’ve seen it.
Boru, you mean they can’t be trusted with forks and knives? 😉 At least my family stabbed me in the back metaphorically.
Yeah, well when I was a kid we had to eat soup with our bare hands. We would cup our hands together and Mom would ladle the broth in. I’m not sure which was worse, that or bobbing for bacon.
You had soup AND bacon???!!!
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o’clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
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Hugo P you think that’s tough ?
when I was a kid & I used to walk to school & it was uphill both ways … & you can check to see I’m not lyin’.
I lived up on Rodney rd (by maynards lake just off Portland Street.
I went to Dartmouth High.
So I walked down the hill on Portland street & up the hill on Victoria rd.
Going home was down Victoria & up Portland St…. so up hill both ways ~;)
Septic tank, we used to dream of living in a septic tank. We all had to live in a lake, work 22 hours at the mill and when we got home, we got to do it all over again.
My family couldn’t afford to allow us kids to be kids.
Of course, we had it tough…
There was 150 of us living in a shoe box in the middle of the road! We used to have get up in the middle of the night and lick the road clean with our tongues. We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold gravel, work 24 hours at that mill for 4 pence every 6 years, and when we got home our Dad would slash us in two with a bread knife.
Just to be clear Boru, we’re not making light of your childhood situation. We’re recalling a Monty Python sketch about four Yorkshiremen trying to outdo each other as to how tough their childhood was.
…and you try telling the young people of today, that. And they won’t believe you. They Won’t!
According to this article John Cleese credits a Stephen Leacock short story for being the inspiration for “The 4 Yorkshiremen”:
http://www.cbc.ca/news/arts/story/2012/08/…
Troodon …..Lol….Yes, I realize that.
my family is also not very nice to me.
Here’s what you have to do: Understand that whatever happened in the past, if you are genuinely trying now and nobody else is, then it’s not your problem. So you can’t fix it. You can only fix your own problems.
Find a new family. Shift your loyalty to them. I’m not saying run out and get married and have kids just to fill the void. That’s a bad idea. But find a group of people who DO love you. Who DO care about your needs and thoughts and accomplishments.
That will be your new family. Don’t forget the old one. They’re still your family. But you just have to be realistic on how much you can expect from them. Lower your expectations if they’re constantly failing you.
You’ll feel A LOT better..
Wise words, especially coming from someone who eats_crayons. Is that some new hipster diet? I’ll have to give it a try, what’s the worst that could happen?
watch out for peacock blue… they may be endangered.
aside:
http://gawker.com/5942069/hungry-homeless-…
Well I’m a vegetarian, so I’ll be choosing from the ‘neon carrot’, ‘granny smith green’, and the ‘unmellow yellow’ flavours.