So, a lot of people know I come from a said “broken home”. I don’t usually call it this, but honestly, call it what you will.  I try really hard to leave my opinions regarding my family members secret and private for the fear of them finding this blog, getting offended by what I have to say and then some… The silence breaks now. I cannot take it and quite frankly, I need to vent.

My family, honest to god, breaks my fucking heart. Here’s the quick run down of my family, the members inside, and whose who. Between my parents, their family members, my “step parents” (you’ll see why I put the ” around that in a moment) and their families, I have no idea where I belong anymore. I have no clue who accepts me as apart of their family, etc. Its all very confusing. Anyways, here’s the quick rundown.
Mom’s side of the family: My Mom, her boyfriend of 13+ years, Mike, his daughter (who I very much consider my sister, because she has been apart of my entire life), Sarah, my sister Krystal (age: 19), her daughter Milliana (my niece who was born two days after Mikhail.)
Dad’s side of the family: My Dad, his wife Linda, their son Tommy (my half brother, age 10.) My various aunts, uncles, cousins… Who I rarely talk to simply because “the children are all grown now, so whats the point of being together. We all have our own families now.”
My Step Mom’s family: I don’t know what to make of all this… My Dad and his wife have been married… god. At least eleven years… I don’t know the exact amount (Worst Daughter Award).  Needless to say, she has a LARGE family. There are a lot of people. (Nine aunts/uncles, including an average of at least 1-2 kids per aunt/uncle makes for a lot of cousins) They sometimes made me feel like ‘part of the family’ when we were kids.  I talk to A LOT of them now, once again, via Facebook.

Alright, there’s the quick run down of why I am even bringing this up.
My stepmom, her brother, is having a baby. Therefore, my step cousin, I assume? Anyways, I was informed, I was getting a new cousin, where else? Facebook. Not that big of a deal, right? Maybe so. Either way. I’m irritated. I hate the fact that my own mother uses me for nothing other than money for so many years. I hate that my Dad married his wife, I don’t mind her, I hate who he’s become though being with her. He never sees his grandchildren…

Most of all, I hate the fact, that I’ve seen Mike’s parents every single day this week, but I haven’t talked to my own in over two. No “Happy Easter”. No “How’s my grandchildren?” No “How’s everything going with you?” Nothing. I have so many cousins, step cousins, aunts/uncles, half aunt/uncles, grandparents, step-grandparents, etc. None in which I even know where I belong to anymore.

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