I think I told some of you about my psychotic grandmother. Her legacy lives on in my aunt A. A. is mightily pissed off at me now. Her husband, L. is even more pissed off at my brother. When we go to Las Vegas next Tues., A and L will be there, and there will be a bloody fight. I'm not looking forward to it. So...please. I'd like to be cheered up by tales of others' insane family members. Margaret? J? I know you got some... Thank you in advance.

my dad was a diagnosed schizo/paranoid, killed himself several years ago on pills & booze, my uncle is gay, my aunt & uncle are really rich and my mom is bitter, my brother had anger problems through his teenage years due to my parents divorce when pop went nuts, he beat my mom and sister and me at times, ever struggled with your dad for the razor blades? need more?

Not unless you want to tell me. That's some heavy stuff you got there.

well i do but i lack the time to outline each little incident that left a bloody infected scar on my psyche, did i mention i love my wife for putting up with my crazy shit. oh i did forget one thing...the fear of turning out like my dad, we have too much in common....I fear in my later 20's i am going crazy, so if you have found comformt my dear Rhiannon, please share a waffle with me and may god bless

i didn't mean that, i am such a heretic

Rhiannon,that reminds me,your mom reminds me of me.I will post about my side of the family here later,it will take a looong time for me to type but I promise I will,but I will post a little about my last family fight.Waffles..I hear ya hon,at least your dad is dead,he can,t hurt anyone now,my mother still exists.My husbands sister L.is a miserable cheap,greedy biitch who is like a tick,that just sponges off everyone,she,s in her mid-fifties and looks even older,has a face like a horse.A broad,thats the word that best describes her.My Mother-in-Law died a little over a year ago she left a will,but the sneaky bitch looted most the jewlery and $$$ that my kids were supposed to get while my s/o was making arrangements and doing all the work,and trying to keep things the way his mom,s will was made.We were all aware of what she was up to,but my husband didn,t want to say or do anything about it,so I kept my mouth shut.She had been dumped by her second husband shortly before her mom died,and he was a real creep too.Anyway after her mom died she started calling here all the time,wanting this and that,whine.whine,whine,me.me.me.She started bugging my s/o to take care of her pool&yard,etc.The straw that broke my husbands back is when she was moving into her mom,s townhouse(it killed her to pay us for our half,she felt since my husband is successful,he should just let her have it).The house that she was living in before moving to her mom,s was our old house in Tempe.Anyway my husband showed up 1st thing in the morning and she,s already drunk.sitting on her ass.Wes a sweet guy from my old neighborhood,her lawn guys,and my husband showed up to move her,and she starts in on my huband about how he could do more to help her,he tried to explain what all he was trying to do and what was going on with us.She started screaming about how he should forget that crazy bunch(me and spawn),that family comes first,she also said something about my D.W.I.,I know Wes and the lawn guys,so good thing I wasn,t there.Anyway thats when my man lost it and told her off but good,he told me about it and it was on.I put her on call rejection,she started calling from payphones,I told her just what I thought of her,told her to fuck off for good but she is real stupid.The way my house is laid out,I have like an seperate area from the rest of the house,it has a deadbolt lock door you come into which enters the sun room,where I have a small fridge where we keep our booze so my Son can,t swipe it,then my bedroom& master bathroom.Anyway this was right before Easter on a Sunday morning,me and my man are just having the best time with each other when the dog starts barking,the bitch is here.He goes outside to talk to her and comes back in the bedroom,he said she looks like hell and she hadn,t gone to work for a week,she went on one long binge and wants help,she could hardly walk and had been pissng on herself(isn,t she cute)?He was going to drive her home and wanted me to follow.I said fuck no the bitch got here on her own she can just fcking leave,so he had Ryan follow him.But while Ryan was getting ready, she had the gall to go in the sunroom to get a beer,I could see her from my bed,I ran out there and actually had to wrestle it away from her.God knows there are only 2 people I hate in this world,and she,s one of them.We don,t see her anymore thank God,her birthday was July 13th,I hope it was miserable.

Well, not really sure what to say here. I only like to tell the funny "my family is whacked" stories, yah know? So, ummm, like, we get along with the extended ones, even though they don't all get along together, and, like, uh, none of us is especially close to my dad for various reasons and, ummm, my mom actually believes the most reasonable explanation she's heard about "miracles" is time travellers...uhhh Yeah. Have a good time in Vegas. Might I suggest you take a squirt water bottle (NOT a squirt gun) on the plane and the first time someone says something snide, squirt them. Don't say anything, just squirt them. It works on the cats, though I've moved to compressed air lately.

That would be hilarious. That would be hilarious!!! I need to do that! And then I would bust out laughing, and everyone would feel really awkward and stupid for reasons they cannot explain and I would laugh and laugh and laugh and no one would ever bother me again because from then on they would associate me with public humiliation and would avoid me at all costs. Yay! We're the opposite, by the way. My immediate family gets along okay, but it's the extended ones that can't be in the same room together. Aunt A.'s the worst -- I've never been able to figure out exactly what's wrong with her. Brain damage? (If you meet her superficially she seems okay, but spend a few hours in her company and you soon see the truth.) The others just have problems (alcoholism, repressed homosexuality, etc.) that make them make bad decisions. Our stories are only funny if you tell them at least a few months after they happened. I'll probably laugh about this mess in September.

We have a family saying...."It's not a family outing unless someone's pouting"

When I read the first note in this thread I thought it would be followed with nutty, humorous, "look how Weird my relatives are!" kinda stories. Thanks for bringing me down with your emotional scars, Waffels!!

We have a family saying too,mostly said at funerals,"tears and beers"but we are all Scott-Irish.

My mother's maiden name is...shoot. I'll say Angelini to protect the innocent. So our saying (edited) is "With the Angelinis, every meal is an event." That's because 1) everyone loves to eat, so meals last for hours and 2) if more than one sibling is at the meal, you know something exciting is going to happen.

Shit,I always wanted to be Italian,I loved it when I use to go to Tony,s parents for dinner,they want to fatten a skinny gal up,and they do a fine job at it.For a gal that was brought up on fried chicken,Italian is exotic.

The Italian balances out the Irish in many ways. But they combine to make some fierce tempers. The walls in my grandparents' house are all mottled with plaster patches that cover the many holes that have been punched into the walls by irate men, women, and children. But my friend Ann has the best family of all -- one side is Irish, the other side lives in West Virginia. In other words, either micks or hicks. I love it!

Did I mention that my whole family thinks I'm an alien? That they decided the only way to deal with me is by thinking of me as a liberal democrat? That they stare at me mesmerized when I try to explain to them that I find the distinction between the republican and democratic parties uninteresting and that, politics aside, I want a little style in my party? That this is the reason I actually read up on the log cabin republicans, who seemed to have some potentially productive tensions built into their fundaments? They stare, as though at a glossy and attractive but nonethless rodentine rat at the dinner table, and then there's a long pause, and then they say things like (way back, way back) "but, you voted for dukakis, right?" Then I had to explain whoe Lenora Fullani (sp.?) and the Rev. Al Sharpton were, which was followed by an exegesis of why I'm uncomfortable with Barry Commoner these days. Sigh.

sorry Gee, I was just fulfilling a request, yeah my dad's side of the family is Lebanese and my mom's side is Scotch Irish, talk about tempers, talk about alcoholism, J, I still wann git drunk with you. Fried chicken and grape leaves go real well together

I think I,m like your wife,she sounds like me,a dancer,redhead,long legs,you got her,be happy.Praise her like you should.

oh believe me I worship the red meatmobile as (some might call it...Cyst, Margret) often as I can. yes, it's true I am a sucker for red heads, strong hips, little breasts and confident women...............gimme yoer email and I will send you a pic (of her) if you care

I am not gay,but I would like to see what she looks like,but already I can tell we are not that much alike,cause I have small hips 34inch,but in this last year I have grew some knockers on me.It,s odd,I can,t wear my dud,s like I use to,and I don,t like it.

well what is yer email, and you can check it out for curiosity's sake

Well now I'm curious. Is this offer good for CLUB WAFFLES members only. If not send send me one suitable for framing.

they are on their way beaver

I got them but can't open them. I gotta forward them to a friend then run over there to open them, but thanks.

ok, sorry about that, they are just bmp files, usually opening in an MS PAINT program

Sorry about the intermission. I had to mow the yard and wash the dog. Anyway I'm pretty much computer illiterate. I have webtv and all it tells me is that "the information is not the type that webtv can use", whatever that means.

Waffles, is that name on your e mail your real name? It sounds like a great name for a porno star.

no, I adopted it from a simpsons episode

The best line ever from the Simpsons: Bart: Homer, I'm sick of your half-assed parenting. Homer: But I use my whole ass! That could be used by so many fathers

Not that anyone cares or anything, but having returned from the old den of iniquity that is Las Vegas, here's the update: Aunt A and Uncle L were great. No confrontation whatsoever. In fact, in what must be a history-making first, no fights broke out at all among the family members. We had a great time. With the family. But there was a snag. Three of us went: I, my mother, and my mother's best friend. I can stand the friend for about 3 days. The trip lasted 9 days. On day 4, I offended the friend. [How, you ask? Like so: I uttered an entirely inconsequential statement to my mother -- something like "Boy, it's hot here" -- while the friend was about 30 feet in front of us. Friend turns around and asks what I said. I reply, "oh nothing." Friend gets mad and says I'm very rude to say that. I reply that what I said to my mother was none of her concern. That was it. That was the offensive comment. Do you wonder why I have had to write about 80 apology notes to this woman over the past 6 years?] My mother persuaded me to apologize, which I did, and I thought everything was cool, which it was, until I had the gall to voice an opinion I had that differed from the friend's opinion. [In other words, the friend -- being as disgustingly classless as she is -- wanted to go visit yet another gaudy casino and I said I wanted to go somewhere else. The friend then called me selfish, self-centered, and demanding. Jeez, and all along here I was thinking that I counted as a person and had a right to think for myself...] In retaliation for the expression of my humble opinion, from days 5-9, she completely ignored me. Like, say, when my mother would ask her to get us all something to eat, the friend would only get enough for 2 people. How nice. Unfortunately, being as I was past my limit of tolerance for the friend, who then was causing me severe irritation just by breathing, I could not bring myself to actually look at her hideous face and confront her, and I ignored her too. Pitifully childish behaviour, I know, and I am duly ashamed of myself. I should have broken the wine bottle over her head when I had the urge. There's more. She -- though she proclaims to be such a *good*, *kind*, *Christian* woman -- judges more quickly and more absolutely than anyone I know. Once she decides she doesn't like you, it's over for you. And she can dislike you if your teeth are crooked. And I could write for 3 days straight and not exhaust the list of reasons why this woman is proof that God does in fact make mistakes. She should not have been created. She is an abomination. Well. She told me she didn't like me and that I "was not a nice person." Oh, ouch. Hopefully, she will never want to see me again. And that's what I did on my summer vacation.

Hmmmm.....it must of been my mom that was with you, or she has an evil twin.

I only get to see my extended family when I come to holland or england. right now I'm in holland. it's too bad that greetings and partings in holland require three kisses per person. (the european standard is two.) it takes a long time to say hello and goodbye. I'm having a good time practicing my 50-word dutch vocabulary, though. (it's all you need here -- the dutch only insist on speaking dutch among themselves and to rude germans.) my grandfather (opa) wishes I could do real small talk, but I stopped studying last summer after I decided to move to ukraine because I thought it would be too much for my little brain to learn dutch and russian simultaneously.

email excerpt from my sister after her business trip up to boston: "Everything else is fine here, I am going to take a nap and maybe read a littel. Dad has not called my since I left, go figure. I have not seen the man in 4.5 years and we meet for dinner for 2 hours, knows I will be in a city less than an hour away and does not once say 'hey can I meet you one more time for dinner or maybe even lunch?' The parental bond is as solid as it's ever been...." and she's alway been much closer to him than I am.

Rhiannon,glad your back,sounds like you are glad to be back.I love Vegas,I never sleep anytime I go there,I play the slots and get in a trance,I don,t leave till I,m broke.Cyst,a good friend of mine is dutch and lives in the Neatherlands,drinkingest gal I ever saw,I sure miss her,Helma VanHall,sounds like the ideal place to live if you can stand the cold.Droopy,welcome to my world,I think my mother hates me cause I came out butt first,I heard about that for years,she just gave my piece of shit brother $20.000 last year,she has never given me anyting but a bad time,she,s the most miserable bitch in the world.

so I'm spending time in holland with my family, and I've been trying to figure out which one is the most catholic. at first I thought my grandmother was, but tonight I realized it's my great-aunt. she had a bunch of 30-year-old catholic tracts on her lap when I came in, asked me why I'm not religious, asked my grandmother what the english word for abortion was, told me how many italian cities she has visited because there have been sightings of the virgin mary there, asked me if I go see all the important catholic sites in the countries I visit, told me how someone talked to the virgin mary and she said that russia would end up ok. that was like the first five minutes. christ almighty.

"I love Vegas,I never sleep anytime I go there,I play the slots and get in a trance,I don,t leave till I,m broke." i'd have gotten suspicious after the "waking up from a trance, broke" part, but i guess that's just me. i need to get into the slot machine business. maybe serve up some darvocet cocktails on the side...

j - i wouldn't say my parents hate me, but i think there was always an undercurrent of resentment between us. my parents met in germany, dated because she was cute and excited to be out on her own in europe, screwed, and produced me. my mother being a sweet suthun' girl and my father being a nice irish-catholic boy, they got married and lived miserably for 13 years until they finally divorced.

Same with me sort of,my mom was a photagraphers model,she thought my Dad was rich,he was engaged to another woman but she got him to do her,she was 3 months pregnant with me when they married.My Dad got sick,she ended up working,and resenting it,took it out on me.My dad,s been dead almost 30 years and the bitch still blames him cause she,s so miserable.

J -- I have never been so glad to be home in my life! I played $35 at video poker, but I lost it all. I had fun, though, so I figure the $35 just payed for my pleasure. My mom won $150 at a slot machine in the airport before we flew home. She's really lucky that way. I only started losing at poker when she left my side. Were you close to your father? If so, you really do sound like my mom, like you said. Her mother hated her, but she was very close to her father. I'm very close to my mother -- probably too close. I'd rather go do things with her than with my friends. I just like her better.

NICKLE SLOTS BAAAABAY!!!! I have found a way to work the cocktail waitresses otherwise they only come around the quarter and nickel slots once every half hour, however, i usually follow them and jump in the isle ahead of their path....and guzzle my drink, that way i get th most drinks per hour and spend the least per hour....going to Vegfas in a few weeks, staying at Circus Circus, my worst clown nightmares will come true

Rhiannon,my Dad always said a father loves his son,but worships his daughter,we were very close and I kept him company and playe cribbage wih him.He also told me that I should have been the boy and bro the girl,that was just between us though.I guess Amee closest to me,but she and Ryan are cut right out of my ass,Heather is her daddys girl,but thats cool,she,s cut out of his ass.Amee and her 2 best friends hang with me alot(maybe the free booze)and I go out with them sometimes.I use to love to go with them to Kongo Shock shows,but they broke-up.Waffles,5 years ago we stayed at Circus Circus took Heather and Ryan who was 14 at the time.We rented 2 adjoining suites,gave them $$$ and told them when to hook up with us.When we were checking out,found out we owed them more $$$,cause that little bastard was ordering porn movies on the pay-t.v.I actually won at the Flamingo and Palace Station.

Vegas is all about sin, we alwys drink way more than we should, go to the various strip bars and cause a stir and gamble like there is no tommorow, and the buffets are always there to pick you up from a hang over.......

That reminds me,the first time we went to a show in Vegas,it was a drag show,we bought tickets and as we were going into the theater, the guy at the door put his hand out,my s/o didn,t know what that was about so he shakes it,the man made us sit all the way in the back,not that I cared,if you do care,that hand wants a nice tip.I wish I had a job like that.Hey!Now thats a handjob!!!

I feel like updating this for some reason. It's been like 2 months now and the woman still isn't speaking to me. I'm wondering if the next time I have to be in her presence, if I should pretend nothing's wrong, not speak until spoken to, or say, "So, ya still mad at me? Huh? HUH? Ya gonna talk to me? Well, are ya? Are ya??" Did I mention how much this woman disgusts me? I couldn't possibly begin to tell you how much, because I'd be here for the next month, but one of the last times I saw her this happened: Yo. We're in the grocery store buying soda to take to a family party. The friend's stomach is acting up. Mom tells her to get some 7-up for her stomach. Friend asks who else at the party drinks 7-Up. Mom thinks a moment and says no one. Friend refuses to buy 7-Up because she doesn't want to be the only one drinking it BECAUSE SHE'S AFRAID OF WHAT PEOPLE WILL SAY. What could they POSSIBLY say??? "Jesus, will you look at the FREAK with the 7-Up?" ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! sorry

When I was a little girl my mother kept a 750ml bottle of Diet 7-Up on her dresser in her bedroom. One of my evil, secret thrills was sneaking into her room and stealing a sip of her Diet 7-Up. It was always warm and flat and tasted absolutly totally perfect.

Oh that's hilarious Rhi, but I know how you feel about this somewhat confrontation sort of ordeal. I feel it too, with my friend, but I -can't- talk to her anymore, it's like my mouth is duct taped with my hands tied behind my back, and if she saw me with duct tape on my mouth, what would she think or say?? It'd be my weak spot. It's like we're secretly angry at each other but neither of us wants to go first, and if she went first, I have no idea what I'd say. Maybe it's like being at the foot of Christ, you're just so in awe, you've forgotten all the questions you've ever wanted to ask. For her it's more like "I've got these questions, but I've been revising them for so long that if I ask now, they'll sound funny." And then sometimes I'll just get angry.

nex time she over visiting the house Rhi....while your mom and this biyatch are in conversation, just walk into the room wearing a skirt or some sort, give her a blank look and just pee on the floor.......and then walk away

You never seem to stop amazing me Waffles.

wanna git freaky ?

i am also retracting this post as well......no offense Jina, your really swell

Retraction upon retraction.......... what the hell is going on? Waffles, are you turning a new leaf or storing up for a big whammie some time in the future? Just curious.

Maybe God in your pants has something to do with it?

correct

What has this to do with my family? Or your family? Stop changing the subject! Uh...I mean, God's in my pants, too. Hey, Waffles, we're having a three-some and we didn't even know it! *rolls eyes and sighs petulantly*

Nah, I wasn't even offended. I take it your labido is still up there though eh Waffles? *wink*

yes.........it is unrelenting

SCIENCE DOES NOT ELIMINATE THE TERROR OF THE GODS even the ones in your undies

I wanna go home!

right behind ya

I wanna pass out,it,s after 4 a.m.,where IS God?

God got in my pants,God Is Good!!!

Tell him Jina says hi, and thanks for the wings!

Gods a woman Jina,remember?

that explains everything.

No wonder your God is a sadistic god.

Oh my Lord ,my sweet Lord,forgive them,they know naught what they say.

They sure don't, but they're men aren't they?

Why did you give them that "thing" we like God?Couldn,t you have made their tounges longer?

Gene Simmons -- that's why

hey god: the house you built is a fucking mess. clean it up. and while you're at it, fix me up a turkey pot pie. the man you created in your image has got the munchies.

gimme a beer whiler yer at it bitch!

Oh you!!!You bite your tongue!!!See God,see what happens when you give them balls?You crack that whip God,if men are better than us,why are they the ones always begging for pussy?And why is it the only thing they usually think about,and why can,t they realize it?

GOD........can you give women a penis and pair nuts for a day so they can see what it is like

God,if you do,can you make them detatchable?

i never beg. and where the hell is my turkey pot pie? back in the day, i woulda sacrificed a virgin or two and been set with tuna casseroles for the whole damn winter. divinity sure aint what it used to be.

Swine,women aren,t like they use to be,she might bring you the pot-pie,but it might have more than you bargained for in it.Yea,you think about it,huh God?

Yeah, you never know what could be in your food... Especially if I'm making it for you... Men aren't so bad. I gave them their equipment so that us women would have a little excitement and so that the men would be at our mercy. I think it works well. Except when those no good rotten skanks get a good man down... one of these days I'm gonna reach down and crush those twats... um, anyway, yeah... That's why. If I did give women the male equipment I would definately make them detachable. Ever hear the song 'detachable penis'? Gotta love that song.

I applaud your taste in music, my Lord...um, Lady. Hey, God, what does it look like in heaven? Are there mountains?

fuck you god!

i bet heaven looks a lot like the inside of a casket.

ideally the inside of a woman

man, that's disgusting.

ideally the inside of a DEAD woman.

Dear Pink, Look, we feel your pain and all, but unless that's your ex you're talking about, you'd better watch the misogyny, or your ass will be beet red. Got that, buddy? Kisses, Rhiannon

Dead = decay = foul = fetid Woman = snatch = beaver beaver + fetid = FETIDBEAVER It's all logical Jim.

I'm ready for my ass beating now...

If my mother knew I was hanging around with people like you she'd have a fit.

Oh,Waffles is just asking to go to Hell,he must think it will be a big party,oh God forgive him,he knows naught what he said.

its true its true

I think Waffles and I will be holding hands on the way down.

queer

If you want good mysogyny go to www.spacemoose.com, they're good mysogynists. Maybe Pinky could learn a line or two to use on his ex.

it's not misogyny if it's directed at someone specific. Anyway, being inside a dead woman sounds more like a reference to necrophilia to me rhiannon. Think about it a bit more. Besides, the rules are that you must hate all members of the oppostie sex after a nasty relationship ends. Hey, I didn't make 'em, i only break 'em.

i just said insides of a woman period, i never said dead. Isn't that a Mudhoney almbum title? Ever see this 7" Mudhoney did a long time called the "Sprite in You" It had apicture of this guy squating and either coming or pissin into a funnel which was sticking out of a womans mouth. What a fucking riot

I will do my best not to imagine what that must look like. Our pink friend said "ideally" -- this made me believe the misogyny prevailed over the necrophilia. Have you ever read any of Ed McBain's mystery novels? They were recommended to me by a friend of my aunt's...his name is Bill...I think I posted about him once. Anyway, the one I read was called "Lightning," and it was about a serial rapist who would rape the same women over and over again on a schedule. Finally, at the end, you learn that the guy was a fanatic pro-choice supporter who was trying to get these women (whom he knew to be pro-life) pregnant so that they would be forced to have abortions. And that was it. That was the explanation. I told Bill how totally unsatisfactory this ending was, because anybody who did what that guy did had problems with women the likes of which even Ted Bundy didn't know about. The novel didn't even bring this up. *Bill* didn't even acknowledge the "extreme hatred of women" possibility for a motive. But Bill's a jerk, so I didn't really expect him to. I'm not trying to relate this to what Pink said or anything...it's just something I thought of.

Let's take all the men who are pro-life and rip their balls off.

uhhh...yeah and we could make traveling moracca band with them and their respective sacks

You could barely fill one maraca with all their tiny nuts. Grind'em up and serve it to the starving in India.

I wish I could remember what Stephen King wrote about being pro-life/pro-choice. I think he wrote it in "Insomnia" but that was such a dull book I can't be bothered to look through it again. Geeze. Who told that guy he should stop with the horror?? My brother tells me he bought the car that hit him so he could ram into it with a sledge hammer. What a weird thing...someone runs into you, and you buy their car. That dude is weirder than the people he invents.

show what looks like

show me your penis please

what's up with the resurrection of all these 5 year old threads? i want someone with more free time than i to snoop some ips and find out if it's more than coincidence.

Ah, but it's classic to revive a thread with "show me your penis please". I couldn't be more proud to be a sorabjite.

Kinda says it all.

V.v., just show me your goddamn penis.

i, for one, am not showing anyone else my penis

I'm not showing my penis either,but I might throw my nuts on the scanner,and these won't be acorns.

Antigone,much as i would LURVE (Thats a Barry White word)to show Mr.Wobbly to Bill Gates information super highway.,unless you got an extra wide drive in movie screen,im gonna have to cut off about 9/10ths...the balls are in your court,man.

some people want their balls covered in silly string and jelly beans shoved up their penis.If your at work,turn down low.http://www.bressler.org/bits/Conjugal.mp3

I think someone needs to put that conversation across the public address system in all main line railroad stations.

And how do you get the jelly beans back out?

I don't even want to know about this one.:-)

Watcher,I expect you do,but you are too much of a gentleman to say so.

No, I'm a dirty old man. It's just there are some things even I don't want to think about.

My family is insane. Less so than others, but insane. I'm currently lodging at the hub of the insanity, which in this month's episode is displaying the fun trifecta of substance abuse, verbal abuse, and passive aggression. It's cray-zee here at times, like this one. My mom's done left me here while she escapes to the mall, and I've holed myself up in the computer room until she gets back, but it's nearly 8 pm and I'm starving. Time to put on my happy face and go downstairs.

Ah, better now. But. In one corner we've got my mom, who insists that she was abused by her mother (to everyone else's disbelief) and in the other we have my aunt, who insists that she was abused by her brother (to everyone else's disbelief). You'd think the two of them would realize they're both suffering in the same way and are fighting for the same thing, but no. In happier news, this chihuahua I'm sharing space with is danged smart. You point at something and he brings it to you -- most other dogs I've known just stare at your finger.

Chihuahua's can be really cool dogs. They can also be evil. I'm sorry your family is psychotic, spider.

Wow that is over 10 years ago I was bad mouthing my sister- in- law and you know what? That was when she got sober and after that,she was so charming.She was soo positive and upbeat we all just loved her! I've changed a lot since I first started posting here too,I'm not the stressed out nervous wreck I used to be. No one is stealing from me,beating me up in my own house,or calling the cops on me for no reason,I am at peace. My sister-in-law died very expectantly Oct. 25th and I still can't get over it.I am so glad we were friends again and that I had the grace to mend things with her after she got sober. Life is too short to hold onto grudges.

Now I would like to try to make peace with my brother for calling his autistic son the village idiot when I was tanked. I don't even remember it,my husband told me that I said that.I love my nephew but my brother is a piece of shit and he got the IRS on us for 14 thousand dollars because he is an asshole and I was freaking out.What can I say,I'm an asshole too,but it is my biggest regret.

I meant my sister-in-law died unexpectantly,she went to the hospital on a Sunday and they released her even though she couldn't breath unless she was standing and that is not right and she died alone,in pain,standing up holding on to her dresser at 2a.m. the following Tue. It breaks my heart.