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My Family
Who doesn't have an Uncle Bubba, with the beer belly and obnoxious belching, or the Aunt Petunia with the bright red lipstick and too-tight pants? We all have at least one person in the family tree we'd all wish would be plucked.

This category is for all those stories about loud aunts, drunk brothers, slutty sisters, and flatulent uncles. If your relatives would make a good comedy routine, then we want to hear about them.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My grandmother has dimensia and alzteimer's. These two things together have changed our family and the way we see each other. When my grandmother finally started to leave her house and roam the streets by herself, my family knew that something had to be done. After many fights and tears, we decided to share the responsibility of watching after her instead of putting her in a home. We didnt want to put her in a home not only because some people felt that she would wither away in a horrific environment, it is also very expensive and the money would not go very far. Everyone sad that they would pitch in and divide the work evenly, but one person decided to lash out and accuse everyone else of attacking her and of keeping her away from her mother. Of course she has been the person to help the least with her own mother.
    After a year has passed, my grandmother's condition is worse but we still help look after her. However, one person says that my grandmother is too beligerent, when actually all that person needs to do is take her for a walk every once in a while instead of putting her in front of a TV and hope that that will keep her occupied. My god how lazy can someone be? So as a result of that, she has talked to my mother and says that we need to take on more full days of looking after my grandmother so that her fat ass can have some time to herself. Of course this led to another huge fight between the three daughters of the demented grandmother. They are all fighting about what to do with my grandmother again and accusing each other of doing things. For example my one aunt accused my mother of being executive attorney for my grandmother's will and saying that she won't let her see it. My mother isn't the executive attorney person, my other aunt is and my mother wants everyone to be in her mother's life. I am not biased when I say this but my mother has fought the hardest for her own mother while the other two sisters want to take the easy way out so their OWN MOTHER doesn't interfere with their god damn lives.
    So now legal issues are arising, my family is being torn apart even more, and I feel that even though she is still my grandmother, looking past the alzteimer's, I can't help but to loathe this person.
    Even though the three sisters were not always on best terms to begin with, they were still better before my grandmother began to lose her mind. My cousin, who happens to be my best friend, is the daughter of the least helpful in the family, so it's hard to talk to her about this subject as well. I can't help but to blame my grandmother for this even though I know she can't help it. I dispise half of my family for being so lazy and not even trying to help their own mother. Everything is about money, and I can't stand it anymore how half of my family talks about their mother as if she were some sort of tool as to get more money. I absolutely hate the fact that they talk about her as if she were some old toy that can be thrown away because it now longer served a purpose.
    However, I can't help but think of the possibility of what if we put my grandmother in a home? What would happen to my family then? Would we finally be able to find resolve? Or would they stay the same and fight over the will? If we put her in a home sure we would have a lot of our freedom back that we sacrifice now to watch after her. But I know my mother more than any one else would have a huge guilt on her heart for putting her mother in a place where she would just stare out a window all day without any loving person to be there with her. And the sad thing is, I don't know if I would feel that guilt. My grandmother is not the person I grew up knowing. I have to resent the fact that she puts us through so much pain, even though it isn't intentional. What do I do? Keep living through all the tears and hope that maybe this will all be over soon with her death? How could I think something like that? Do I sit here and hope that my family can finally agree on a solid arrangement for my grandmother? My god, I don't know what to do...there's nothing I can say or suggest that they will listen to because they are all set in their ways and opinions.
    Tomorrow will be Hell. At work I will see my mother and my cousin from the most unhelpful person along with her dad who is an ass hole to begin with but after her his shallow wife talk about my mother like she murdered someone he will most likely take it out on my mother. My cousin will probably try to get me to agree with what her mother has to say. Tomorrow will be Hell. My mother doesn't deserve rotten treatment from my uncle and I won't be able to handle my cousin trying to persuade me of something that she barely understands herself.
    What will happen when a final decision is made...who will be hurt the most and who will go on with their life without so much as batting an eyelash?

    #3141 — Comments (2) — Jan 30, 2009 at 8:44 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Once again the miserable old bitch is pissing and moaning about the many woes of her life.


    Fucking old bitch makes life hell for all of us!

    #3140 — Comments (5) — Jan 30, 2009 at 2:31 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    my sister and I used to wrestle each other, I would purposely get my face in her ass especially when her shorts were a little lose around the ass. I don't really know if she knew I was getting my face in her ass. Those were the days.

    #3139 — Comments (1) — Jan 29, 2009 at 2:21 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm 35 years old, and I am completely independent from my parents. My mother is a manipulative crazy bitch. My step-father loves her very much, and is a very rational person, who somehow is unable to do anything but allow/enable her to be what she is. The two of them together are a force to be reckoned with:
    Constant negativity, forcing advice on you that you don't need, bitching about how you don't respect them enough if you ever criticize them, behaving like little brats who don't get their way if you decide not to do what they want, constantly reminding you of what they have done for you and how you owe them whatever, Always having to point out at the worst possible time your past mistakes, as if they are currently pertinent, etc. etc. etc.

    My confession is that I don't love them in the way that most people mean when they say they love their parents. I honor my obligations to them, and I try very hard to do for them the kinds of things that make them feel loved (within reason) but I don't consider them friends, or even worthy of my affection. I still kiss my mom and hug my step-dad (he adopted me legally when I was 13, and they both use that as a club to beat me with whenever he feels disrespected), but I don't share my life with them unless I absolutely have to, and only when I have come to a place where any bullshit they put on it won't phase me. I have had to learn how not to get pissed at them for being douchebags, because they will never change and I am stuck with them.

    In all honesty, I feel like I will be able to love them better when they finally die. Sometimes I secretly wish it would happen sooner rather than later. My son will be born in less than 3 weeks, and I am terrified of the bullshit they are going to put on him. This only makes me want to see them go to their eternal rest sooner, so that he will remember them fondly as grandparents who died when he was still young, rather than vicious destroyers of all things optimistic.

    Having said all of this, I know I will be sad when they go, and that I will miss them terribly, but I am also happy to know that I'll never have to listen to my mother and father complain about everything, or pick out the tiniest negative point and harp on it for the duration of my visit with them.

    I reside in this dichotomy. I want to have a better relationship with them, but my every attempt at meeting them halfway has resulted in me being manipulated/controlled or them crying and trying to manipulate me with how much I've hurt them. It feels good to be able to put words to these thoughts.

    #3138 — Comments (1) — Jan 25, 2009 at 1:34 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I wished I had a sister so I can possibly catch her getting undressed or getting dressed. I would want to see her in her panties and I could take her panties out of her panty drawer and sniff them and maybe even sniff her panties from the clothes hamper. I would have let her catch me getting undressed and see me naked. But no, I had to have a brother.

    #3137 — Comments (2) — Jan 21, 2009 at 2:40 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My step brother sucks. I am his step sister. He irritates me everyday. Every morning, he makes me get him a bowl of cereal and take it to him in his bedroom. So this one morning, I prepared a bowl of cereal. Before I took it to him, I rubbed the part of the spoon that you eat from on my armpits, feet and between my ass cheeks. I also spit on the spoon and put it in the bowl. I watched him eat the whole bowl knowing he is eating indirectly my arm pits, feet and ass. He noticed I was smiling and he asked me what I was smiling about and I told him nothing.

    #3136 — Comments (4) — Jan 17, 2009 at 1:15 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I kept begging my older sister to have sex with me. She finally said okay but only if she could tie me up. I let her tie me up and she put on a strap on and gave it to me in the butt. I'm not very happy about this but she thinks it's funny. I say she owes me now.

    #3135 — Comments (5) — Jan 9, 2009 at 11:01 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    yes i have sinned, i pray my lord to forgive me.
    i have slept with my father when i was 8
    i slept with my mother when i was 13
    i sleep with so many men, i lost count
    i have slept with my two other sisters
    i have ruined my best friends marriage by having sex with her husband
    oh lord i have lied so many times to just get what i wanted,
    i hurt children and my family for greed with the promise of money to just sell them out.

    i pretend i only know the truth, but lord i know that you do also.
    i now live with just have fun in life, just laugh and f them all day long.
    lord i tattooed my body with ugliness.
    i was once a special child of your lord, now i have become the bride of Satan and i know that any day, you will be lord
    against me and karma will come pay me back in my life, i know you lord will make me loose all i had, suffer until i can no longer take it.
    oh lord help me your lost soul who the time has come for you lord to revenge my evil ways.

    will someone out there help me please, this is no longer fun, the guilt is catching me and i know i cant fool God the Almighty

    [email protected]
    oh lord thank you

    #3133 — Comments (3) — Dec 30, 2008 at 5:47 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I moved with my mom to this small farming community after I graduated from high school last year. She got a job as an administrative assistant at a local factory and I started taking classes at the community college. Mom met a lady at the factory and they started seeing each other. I was aware she had an interest in females after she left my father but we never discussed it until she met Lisa.

    I thought mom and Lisa made a nice couple and it seemed like they really cared for each other. My mom is pretty and petite with shoulder length blonde hair. Lisa was a little taller with brown hair and big brown eyes. In the beginning it was difficult for me to accept the fact that my mom had turned gay. But I tried to keep an open mind about things.

    One evening I returned from class and Lisa was sobbing in our living room. I rushed to her side and asked what was wrong but she wouldn't tell me. She was just devastated and it looked as though she had been crying for hours. She collected her clothes from my mother's closet and left our home. I had no idea where my mother was or why Lisa was so distraught. I went to my bedroom and fell asleep.

    At around midnight I awoke to the sound of my mother's key in the door and immediately realized she wasn't alone. I ran to my bedroom door and heard my mother whisper, "Shhhh, my daughter's here." I peeked out through the semi darkness to see the black woman from the laundromat, the heavyset one with the huge boobs, standing next to my mom. In the next instant they were locked in each other's arms and kissing like two animals in heat. I heard this woman tell my mother, "You make it so wet, it's all yours when you want it."

    As I glanced out I couldn't believe my mother was kissing this woman and rubbing her breasts like that so soon after Lisa. My mother sighed deeply and whispered, "I'm ready, I want you to spend the night, come on."

    They closed the door to my mother's bedroom and the bed made so much noise that I had to put my earplugs in. God, I couldn't believe this was happening. Later, I told my mother that I didn't agree with her interracial involvement. She replied that she and her "friend" from the laundromat have more in common than she and Lisa ever did - in the bedroom and out. I've since moved out and the laundromat lady has moved in with my mom. I still feel badly for Lisa who I hear is still crushed over losing my mother.

    #3132 — Comments (2) — Dec 23, 2008 at 11:03 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    We were at a family reunion one sunday and the children were all talking to each other when I mentioned I wondered what I would look like when I was older (I was 13). My cousin smiled and said I will show you at school tomorrow (she was 15).

    During first class I got a text off her saying meet me at the upstairs toilets at recess. Recess came and up there I headed out of curiosity. My cousin led me into the toilet and some of her friends blocked the doorway. My cousin told me to open the first cubicle door. I opened it and behind the door was a girl I recognised from my cousins class in just her bra and knickers.

    I will show you she said by comparrisons, not sure what was going to happen next I said okay. Two of her friends held my arms, my top and skirt were undone. I cried out asking my cousin what she was doing and she told me the best way to learn was experience. She told me I was Sample A and the other girl was Sample B.

    She explained the obvious first. I was only an A cup at that point and the other girl was well into a C or even bigger, I had a plain white bra on she had a red lace one on. I was wearing plain white panties with a little pink ribbon on it. She was wearing a red lace thong. My cousin said lets see the body differences. Both me and the other girl realised what was going to happen but were held too tight to escape. Our underwear was removed. Her body was perfect, mine well wasn't I wasn't that big in the bra department as already explained but I was a late developer and had just got pubic hair and hadn't even thought about shaving, it just wasn't something I thought of. In comparison the other girl was totally shaven.

    Our bodies were wobbled, probed, pressed, rubbed and twisted just for my explaination. The end of recess bell went and the girls all ran out leaving us to get dressed.

    I know this is going to sound all soppy but the girl and I really bonded, while getting dressed and talking about how cruel my cousin was and the other girl explained that she had recently confessed to my cousin she was a lesbian and wondered if she would ever be able to comfortably be so at school. Well, we became close friends, and we helped each other through our remaining teenage years and into our twenties.

    Yes, your mind has taken you down the right assumption, we are together now so in a way my cousin did more than embarrass and educate me she found my first and one love.

    #3131 — Comments (1) — Dec 13, 2008 at 7:08 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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