Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Now, it’s no secret that I didn’t *exactly* get along with my parents. Especially now that I’m in college, dyed my hair blonde, am considering leaving the Church, am not and was never Republican, and have been keeping my singing career secret from them.

Any drama-rama in your family?

My Mother left me and my father, then when I chased her and begged her to come back, she jumped off a cliff. She survived and saw the error of her ways.


There was many more moments but thats the only one I can think of right now.

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Well… Not that I personally remember it… But when I was an infant, my Biological Father would pick up my mother while she was holding me an hurl her across the room. He would also lock her outside and leave her there while she desperately tried to get back in because I was screaming and he was just ignoring me.

Eventually she managed to get me and run to her parents place. If I ever meet the man, I imagine I’ll break his nose and then see where I go from there.

Hmmm…. I guess mine’s pretty boring….

My parent’s divorce when I was young and refuse to talk to each other face to face and thus use me, the oldest, as an intermediate. My dad recently wanted custody of my brother and sister and was determined to fight my mom for them, which he would win as he is a lawyer and has much more money. I actually had to broker a compromise between them which was not easy, especially since my mom showed me the e-mails she got from my dad which were…nasty to say the least. I still love em both but… god damn…

I already vented about my family troubles in the other drama thread from a couple weeks ago. It’s almost over, so i don’t feel like talking about it again.

My sister finally came outta the closet and told my mom she is a lesbian. She made a poor choice for a girlfriend who ended up making her “ideals” change. She became a real “jerk” around the house going as though she owned the place. She moved out finally but now i hate her and our mother dislikes her but still loves her, though im sure she really hates her.
While on this side of the family my fathers side is trying to make me like my sister again and this is really annoying :/ (btw my parents are divorced and been since i was little, if you were confused on that XD)
I just wanna be left alone but both sides of the family and all my sisters friends are trying desperately to make me like my sister again. Which i cannot cause she is a total bit@# and i hate the way she is (and this has nothing to do with the fact that she is a lesbian, just hate her because of her choices she made in life i guess)

hooray drama

Parents are divorced, they used to bicker and fight all the time.

I’ve gotten in a couple of fist fights with my dad, but we’re generally cool.

My parents have never gotten along for as long as I can remember. When I was in 5th grade(age of 10) they decided to try one of those trial separations for a few months. During that grade I almost had to be held back due to tardies/absences. Before this I was a complete “momma’s girl”, I loved my dad but was attached to my mom’s hip. But once they separated and I lived with my mom we got into horrible arguments constantly, mostly verbal but once or twice physical. My parents decided to get back together, not because they resolved things between them, but because they were worried about me. It completely has destroyed my mother’s and I relationship and it is very, very bitter. We argue every single day and clash constantly. And my parents just get worse and worse as the days go by in their arguing and really at this point I WANT them to get a divorce.

Other than the whole mother stuff and not getting to see dad as much, I don’t remember that time being bad. But for some reason I don’t remember much of it all compared to the other years of my life(including younger years)-only certain precise sections. Weird.

One good thing with my family is that I get along superbly with my father, we’re just alike, as I’ve gotten older I’ve “flipped-flopped” and now my dad is the one I go to for advice, to just talk to, do things with, etc.

One last thing. When I was in 8th grade, two of my cousins who are serious drug addicts(pills especially, crack, anything they can get their hands on) broke into my house while I was at school and parents were at work. They stole my mom’s rings, dad’s toolbox, my camera, Nintendo ds, a video camera, and several other things. They lived with my grandparents at the time, but by the time we “confronted” this situation the only thing we got back was the video camera-and it was broken. We decided not to press charges because my grandfather has been sick for a long time and my mom believed it would put too much stress on all of them. Which, though I understand, still upsets me. One of them has apparently “cleaned up”(though I highly doubt this) but my father and I harbor a lot of bitterness towards them. Out of 8 cousins only 3 of them aren’t overall trash.

I love my dad’s side of the family! haha they are fantastic and Monday my cousin’s wife had her first baby and OMG I cannot wait to hold the precious thing <3!

My parents usually get along fine (save for that whole near divorce thing) but my brother often pisses off my parents ALL the TIME.

He’s the main source of drama in my family, and I learned just a few weeks ago that back in high school he got his ex-GF *cough*bitch*cough* pregnant and they had to get an abortion, and they apparently wanted to keep it a secret from me for some reason. Then a few weeks ago he also learned his current GF might be pregnant and was freaking out again.

Turns out she wasn’t pregnant, but still. Lots of drama over that.

Well, not a whole lot has happened, but, my parents hate a good portion of my relatives, I mean, they treat them rather nicely, but…meh.

Also, I have never met my dad’s side of the family. And by meet, I mean they have pretty much all disappeared. Which, to say the least, is really strange.

Even more so when you consider that I’ve meet nearly all of my relatives on my mom’s side.

Just a whole lotta oddities here and there.

Copied and pasted from the the other drama topic.

The closest I’ve gotten to major drama is when my grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and my family fought over where to put him. At the time, he was living with my aunt and had been for pretty much 30-35 years. When he was diagnosed, my family had different opinions. Most of the family (including my mother) thought that he should be in a home. The rest thought he should stay with my aunt but my family argued she couldn’t take care of him any longer. Eventually, he was put into a home. For a while, things seemed ok, but around Christmas that year (2008), my mother and the side of the family that wanted him to stay in my aunts care stopped talking. I still see them sometimes, but never around my mother. Anyway, eventually, my aunt got a job at the home because she was closest to him. Not too long afterwards, she was sitting quietly in home, upstairs in her bedroom for a quiet rest. My uncle went upstairs and found her having a heart attack. She was unable to survive and at 51 years of age, my aunt had left us. This left me and a lot of the family broken, she was important to us and we all still miss her nearly a year on. After all this happened, my grandfather had a series of small strokes (no serious ones) and was put into hospital. Not long before christmas, he toom departed from this world. He was 89. After all that, the family still don’t communicate. I sometimes hope I could do something, but alas, I cannot.

Man, I guess I’m fortunate all I have is a strong arguments with my brother!

There hasn’t been anything that may make me do more than just shout at my folks for a while. But my Granduncle, boy do I hate that old bastard. We went to stay in his place in Valencia one time. He was a complete tosser from the word go. But after a week we all seemed to be getting along better. Then once when we went out with my parents and came back, he nearly had a heart attack for some reason. It was probably that call he got from the mayor. But he decided to blame it on “those badly educated bastards of yours” as he put (in Spanish of course) to my parents. That was the last straw, We left his house, got an apartment and really enjoyed our last week of holidays. Now I understand why his own sons live far away from him and never visit that old fuck.

The only drama my family had was after we had to put my ailing grandmother in a nursing home. She had a pretty bad stroke which apparently messed up the wiring in her head, so now she’s all crazy and stuff. The first year was pretty crazy because she’d call up my folks and then yell about how nobody loves her and other things. There’s was a huge fight at Christmas a few years about about it. One of my aunts was pissed off that she was out of the loop (she lives pretty far away) and that everyone thinks they’re smarter than her (everyone in my family holds some sort of college degree). My aunt threw lines like “You’re just keeping me out of this because you think I’m stupid!” and all that.