Fully Dysfunctional Family.
Today my mom and I got in an argument. I told her growing up was the last thing I wanted to do. In fact I wanted to go back to being a little kid.
Afterwards, I thought about it.
The only reason I want to be a little kid is so I can be ignorant and not know everything that's wrong with my family.
My father left my mom because I was conceived.
He was, and still is, an alcoholic.
Because he was never there, my step-dad became my father figure.
They divorced when I was in third grade because my mom slept with his best friend.
And then she ruined his marriage too.
My mom has very few friends because she only cares about herself.
Her sister talks crap about her behind her back.
Most of the adults in my family smoke weed.
My dad talks to me every day about hating my mother, and my mother doesn't want my dad in the house ever.
If that's not bad enough, I know all this and I'm only thirteen.
I don't know how long I can take my fully dysfunctional family.