I wish I could say I love them, but I just can't. They've been using my mom and I as their personal piggy banks and shoulders to cry on for as long as I can remember. They only ever talk to us when they need money or someone to drag down with them into an abyss of drama, and when we need them they're never there for us. I don't even know why I bother calling them my "family" anymore.
Ah, there I go again. Blabbering as usual
Nonetheless, it's good to hear that you're doing alright.
Haha well not really murderous. Maybe a bit vindictive here and there :
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I don't know how you do it Sial but your interesting way of talking always has its way of brightening my mood.
Ahh that sure made my day