My family is pretty f*cked up. They are the loudest family I've ever heard. They yell and scream at each other over nothing. I never got football because my mom is way to overprotective. When I handed my mom the papers to sign, she took one glance, screamed "THIS IS FOOTBALL!" and through the papers in my face. I later stabbed my self in the thigh with a huge dull sewing needle trying to generate tears to make me seem desperate to play. It failed.
She is so protective that when I went to go to the movies with my friends she made me bring a coat. I went to the high school to meet my friends and I was going to carpool and leave my car in the parking lot. My mom drove to the school to look inside my car to see if I brought my coat, which of course I didn't. She was mad at me for not taking it but do you know how crazy that is that she drove there to see if I brought my coat?
My dad was cleaning the house and took the blinds down from the windows to dust them outside. He lost one of the plastic pieces at the end of the draw-string and she freaked out. In the middle of the front yard my mom screamed at him about how he's such a f*cking ideot and now she has to by a whole new set of blinds.
My parents should be divorced but I think they stay together for us kids (which probably does more harm than good). I have never seen my mom kiss my dad in the near 20 years of my life. However, I've seen my dad "try" to kiss my mom which often ended in a swith nudge to the balls by my moms knee.
My mom is also obsessive compulsive about newspapers. Upstairs is kind of her area. We have couch and a love-seat (total of 5 cushions). 2 of the couch cushions are covered in newspapers at all times and 1 of the love seat cushions is covered. Plus they are all over the floor. Some how, if you move one of the papers, she notices and freaks out because "There was something important in it." She doesn't always know what it was, but it was important. If you search enough, you might be able to find papers from 1999-2001.
There's just a few.
Me and My brother would fight so much and it was never provoked by me. I was six years old, and I came downstairs and said goodmorning to my mom dad and brother i came to my brother said good morning and turned around. He jumped on my back and drove my head into our fireplace splitting my skull. Then he dragged me behind the couch and beat my head into the ground for ten minutes before he was pulled off me.
My mother on the other hand was letting me use her car to go to my (at the time) girklfriends house. I went inside then about an hour later came and stole the car from my posettion then told me to walk 30 miles in the rain at 3 in the morning
well my family is dis-functional....we are always screaming and fighting and we get so loud one time my neighbor question me and asked if everything was okay. then she said I dont want to involve the police. I told my parents and they flipped. they said dont let the nosy ignorant s.o.b talk to you like that. I mean my family fights but soon as someone out side the family starts on of us. my family is there to back each other up.
in the first place my mother didnt want me... i have 2 brothers and 2 sisters ,and when my mom was pregnant she tried to kill me in her womb (abortion). the rest of the family didnt let her.
ever since i was born she hated me... when i was 4 or 5 my mom would beat me up every day, she would broken my ribs, crack open my head, break my arms and legs, it was brutal.
when i was 6 some goverment office or whatever, toke me away from my family and they put in a adoptive house for nearly a year... i didnt know where i was, really sad
when i was 8 i burnt my backyard, it also burnt others neighbours houses, and i also burn half of my face, i didnt have hair for a couple of months.
my cousin and i started smoking when we were 10. when we were 12 we started using drugs, weed, cocaine, extasis, you name it.
my dad and one of my brothers used to fist fight each day for stupid things.