Jessifer
2006-04-26, 08:47 PM
Okay...so yeah...My family is fucked up. When I was younger we were all really close, my cousins were like more siblings to me. Them and my sister, I loved all of them. I still do...but they're all fucked up. Their parents included.
My sister. She was always the most naive of us all. She never understood any sexual humor that the rest of my cousins and I threw out, I even had to explain what a clitoris was to her...when she was 16. Her innocence at times could be very sad. She has her own perverted sense of humor, though she usually only shows it around me and her best friend. For the longest time I viewed her as the little sister who thought that anything to do with sex was "gross", that is...until I learned that she gave it up two the last two of her boyfriends after dating them for only a month. Not my business, but it made me a bit more sympathetic towards her last ex, the one who wouldn't stop pursuing her. Hell...he's still creepy, though. He tried to get a restraining order on her recently. Idiot...They both are. But I still love her. She's my sister, yanno?
My cousin V. She's only two months younger than I am, and she's pregnant with her second child. She's making a little over minimum wage, living on her own. She was the good ol' cheerleader back in highschool. Quite innocent in my opinion, though far from naive. Senior year she started dating the guy I had a crush on. They became sexually active quite quickly. My sister even dated his brother for a short while, though quickly dumped him when he tried to get in her pants...amusing to me now. V and her then boyfriend had talked about getting married once school had ended. Thankfully for them, it wasn't until after school that she became pregnant with her first child. Of course her parents weren't happy, but they quickly got over it, and she was even a little excited at having a kid because she knew that everyone around her, including myself, would help her in any way possible. So the child was born, a very cute baby boy. Shortly after she and her now fiance began to have problems with each other. He spent too much time at the race track. They ended on bad terms, though they remained friends. She found herself wanting to make him angry as often as possible. It turns out that the only way she could was by screwing with other guys and rubbing it in his face. Enter baby number two. Great going V, really. But she's still a great person...friendly, and a loving mother to boot. And I still enjoy hanging out with her, though she seems to be gravitating more towards my sister than myself.
My cousin L. She's the youngest of all of us, just turned 18 in January, lost her virginity when she was 16 I think, and is currently dating a 25 year old...something that I feel a little apprehensive about, but I really don't have a right to say anything considering I've never met him. In my opinion she's one of the most mature people I know for her age. At least...that's how I felt about her when we still used to actually talk to each other. We were the most alike back then. The whole fued in my family started because of us two. See, she...years ago, back when she was still a freshman in highschool...told me she was a lesbian. And I...in what I consider now a huge mistake on my part for more many reasons...told her I was bisexual. I had a feeling at the time she was confused, and hell, at the time I was probably more confused than her. She actually had a girlfriend at the time too, Mary, who I met and actually got along great with, and still even talk to today. She was a wonderful person, and they looked very happy together. It wasn't long though before everything blew up, nearly quite literally.
Aunt Anna. Oh...loverly aunt Anna. You were once the mother figure for me when my own mother had died. And how quickly you changed face once you found out I questioned my sexuality, it was quite astonishing. Honestly, if I known you were such a predjudice bitch, I would have never of told my cousin anything. Immediately you forced your two daughters to cut off all ties with me, afraid that I would hit on them. Afraid that I would corrupt your darling little angels. Afraid that I would shatter your deeply religious world. But see...I didn't need to do a thing. I had nothing to corrupt, since they did it well enough on their own. The moment you found out L and I still talked to each other, and that she told me things that she was afraid to tell you, you called me in all your raging glory, and demanded that I tell you. Of course I didn't, and know that you still hate me for it. I came close, I was in tears on the other side of the phone. But in the end I told L that she should tell you herself. And what happened when she did? You sent her to a shrink, to try and convince her that it was wrong to fall in love with another girl. And she went along with it, of course. Because if she hadn't, you would have disowned her, possibly even would have kicked her out. What's most important to a thirteen year old? The love and acceptance of a parent? Of course. And V...oh how you treated V. You constantly hounded your older daughter, convinced that she was doing drugs when she wasn't, even though she ended up doing them later on anyway. You were pissed when she refused to cut ties with me, and now that she's pregnant, again out of wedlock, and is actually considering giving this child up for adoption because she can't afford to have it seeing as she can barely afford the child she has now, you're threatening to disown her. How fucked up is that? Tell me...Do I look like the black sheep now? Me...the only one who has actually retained my virginity of all of us girls. And though I may have the lowest faith in this family, I also happen to have the highest moral values. Funny, isn't it? The one person you hate most in this family is also the only person who has too much dignity in herself to just give herself away to anyone.
I don't fit in with my own family anymore. Morally, I went from one extreme to the other. The other girls in my family make me look like I was sheltered my whole life in a very strict family...when it was the other way around.
My uncle once asked my dad why he didn't have any "real" grandchildren. He told me later on that he had really wanted to say "Because my daughters can keep their legs shut."
The way things are going...I'll be the last one to have a child. And it'll be something I'll pride myself on.
My sister. She was always the most naive of us all. She never understood any sexual humor that the rest of my cousins and I threw out, I even had to explain what a clitoris was to her...when she was 16. Her innocence at times could be very sad. She has her own perverted sense of humor, though she usually only shows it around me and her best friend. For the longest time I viewed her as the little sister who thought that anything to do with sex was "gross", that is...until I learned that she gave it up two the last two of her boyfriends after dating them for only a month. Not my business, but it made me a bit more sympathetic towards her last ex, the one who wouldn't stop pursuing her. Hell...he's still creepy, though. He tried to get a restraining order on her recently. Idiot...They both are. But I still love her. She's my sister, yanno?
My cousin V. She's only two months younger than I am, and she's pregnant with her second child. She's making a little over minimum wage, living on her own. She was the good ol' cheerleader back in highschool. Quite innocent in my opinion, though far from naive. Senior year she started dating the guy I had a crush on. They became sexually active quite quickly. My sister even dated his brother for a short while, though quickly dumped him when he tried to get in her pants...amusing to me now. V and her then boyfriend had talked about getting married once school had ended. Thankfully for them, it wasn't until after school that she became pregnant with her first child. Of course her parents weren't happy, but they quickly got over it, and she was even a little excited at having a kid because she knew that everyone around her, including myself, would help her in any way possible. So the child was born, a very cute baby boy. Shortly after she and her now fiance began to have problems with each other. He spent too much time at the race track. They ended on bad terms, though they remained friends. She found herself wanting to make him angry as often as possible. It turns out that the only way she could was by screwing with other guys and rubbing it in his face. Enter baby number two. Great going V, really. But she's still a great person...friendly, and a loving mother to boot. And I still enjoy hanging out with her, though she seems to be gravitating more towards my sister than myself.
My cousin L. She's the youngest of all of us, just turned 18 in January, lost her virginity when she was 16 I think, and is currently dating a 25 year old...something that I feel a little apprehensive about, but I really don't have a right to say anything considering I've never met him. In my opinion she's one of the most mature people I know for her age. At least...that's how I felt about her when we still used to actually talk to each other. We were the most alike back then. The whole fued in my family started because of us two. See, she...years ago, back when she was still a freshman in highschool...told me she was a lesbian. And I...in what I consider now a huge mistake on my part for more many reasons...told her I was bisexual. I had a feeling at the time she was confused, and hell, at the time I was probably more confused than her. She actually had a girlfriend at the time too, Mary, who I met and actually got along great with, and still even talk to today. She was a wonderful person, and they looked very happy together. It wasn't long though before everything blew up, nearly quite literally.
Aunt Anna. Oh...loverly aunt Anna. You were once the mother figure for me when my own mother had died. And how quickly you changed face once you found out I questioned my sexuality, it was quite astonishing. Honestly, if I known you were such a predjudice bitch, I would have never of told my cousin anything. Immediately you forced your two daughters to cut off all ties with me, afraid that I would hit on them. Afraid that I would corrupt your darling little angels. Afraid that I would shatter your deeply religious world. But see...I didn't need to do a thing. I had nothing to corrupt, since they did it well enough on their own. The moment you found out L and I still talked to each other, and that she told me things that she was afraid to tell you, you called me in all your raging glory, and demanded that I tell you. Of course I didn't, and know that you still hate me for it. I came close, I was in tears on the other side of the phone. But in the end I told L that she should tell you herself. And what happened when she did? You sent her to a shrink, to try and convince her that it was wrong to fall in love with another girl. And she went along with it, of course. Because if she hadn't, you would have disowned her, possibly even would have kicked her out. What's most important to a thirteen year old? The love and acceptance of a parent? Of course. And V...oh how you treated V. You constantly hounded your older daughter, convinced that she was doing drugs when she wasn't, even though she ended up doing them later on anyway. You were pissed when she refused to cut ties with me, and now that she's pregnant, again out of wedlock, and is actually considering giving this child up for adoption because she can't afford to have it seeing as she can barely afford the child she has now, you're threatening to disown her. How fucked up is that? Tell me...Do I look like the black sheep now? Me...the only one who has actually retained my virginity of all of us girls. And though I may have the lowest faith in this family, I also happen to have the highest moral values. Funny, isn't it? The one person you hate most in this family is also the only person who has too much dignity in herself to just give herself away to anyone.
I don't fit in with my own family anymore. Morally, I went from one extreme to the other. The other girls in my family make me look like I was sheltered my whole life in a very strict family...when it was the other way around.
My uncle once asked my dad why he didn't have any "real" grandchildren. He told me later on that he had really wanted to say "Because my daughters can keep their legs shut."
The way things are going...I'll be the last one to have a child. And it'll be something I'll pride myself on.