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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

    I have a daughter inlaw for 10 years now who is such a liar it is almost impossible to be nice to her. She also steals. She, at my sons urging, hocked some of my jewlery and my daughters jewlery. I had to threaten to call the police before she would give me the ticket for the hock shop so I could get it out. She also thinks she knows everything. She is always right. She is not a kid, in her 30's. I just don't know how much longer I can be nice to her. My son says either I except her the way she is or I won't see him or my grandson anymore. I have always pretended to like her just to keep the peace. I would really like to tell her to go to hell. She had a great job once and got caught stealing and was ordered by the judge to do community service, which she never did. I keep praying she will get caught and go to jell. I am a terrible person for wishing this? I guess my son is not much better since he chooses to stay with her.

    #3243 — Comments (5) — Aug 29, 2005 at 1:51 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My old man is a super fucking jerk! He use to beat my ass with a leather strap at least once a week when I was growing up-I shit you not! Granted, I wasn't exactly your idea son-I'd stay out late at night, get drunk and stoned a lot, chase pussy and all the rest-but that's just normal shit, right? I sure as fuck didn't deserve getting the shit kick out of me every time I turned around! I was so fucking happy when the old man finally moved out of the house . Now, a few weeks ago, the fucker calls me up. I damned-near shit my pants when I realized it was him. I haven't spoken to him in years and he goes on about how sorry he was for treating me like crap and all this bullshit. I told him he could kiss my fucking ass and hung up on the fucking son-of-bitch. Fuck that jerk!

    #3242 — Comments (9) — Aug 28, 2005 at 2:00 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    my mother let me down again. I haven't asked her for anything since I was 14. I've barely seen her since I was 14. I'm twentyeight. It was so hard but I asked for help because suddenly I really really needed it. She said yes, yes, yes. I thought the world was a beautiful place. but now she disapeared and did not come through. and this is going to be really really fucking hard. and I am so hurt. god fucking damn it. it really hurts.

    #3241 — Comments (4) — Aug 21, 2005 at 1:50 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My dh and I married young and as often happens in young marriages, we separated. It was only for about a month and a half, but during that time he slept with another woman. A few times. After we got back together I found out she was pregnant. When I confronted her, she was very different than the slut that I imagined. She was honest that she wasn't sure my husband was the father and another man was willing to marry her and raise the child as his own. They did marry and move away. My marriage continued and we now have 4 beautiful daughters.

    But SHE has moved back with her family including a boy who looks so remarkably like my husband that people are starting to stare if not outright talk. I'm not sure what to do, especially because my husband doesn't want to talk about it.

    #3240 — Comments (4) — Aug 20, 2005 at 5:40 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I am getting married this weekend and have everything set to have the wedding of my dreams, except I still haven't told my fiance that I can't stand his cousin who is also his best friend and the best man. I cringe at the thought of this guy standing at the altar with us and making the toast. I actually instructed our d.j. to not announce a dance between the bride/best man and groom/maid of honor because I think I would puke if he touched me. My husband-to-be doesn't know any of this. I'm not sure he'd marry me if he knew how much I hate his cousin/best friend.

    Why am I so revolted? "John" used to be in a racist gang. He still has many bigoted feelings and has multiple tatoos about white power. He has four kids by four different teenaged Aryan princesses (think Brittaney Spears wannabees with bad teeth and little education) whose older brothers and daddies were in this gang with him. He purposely doesn't work a regular job so he doesn't have to pay taxes. He tells racists and homophobic jokes and then says that he doesn't understand why people get offended.

    My husband-to-be is a sweet guy who says John has substance abuse problems because of a back injury and is basically harmless. I don't want this man in our home or around our kids when we have children.

    #3239 — Comments (6) — Aug 16, 2005 at 5:57 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was sexually abused by a family member from age 8 to 14. I never told anyone until I was 15 and my abuser was dead. As a result, my feelings about sex are somewhat warped. I often fear being sexual aroused and am shamed by fantasies of being sexually dominated by an older man. I have never experienced orgasm during intercourse with a man, but I can often orgasm while masturbating with a vibrating dildo and fantasing about being dominated. Not raped, but just on my back, knees up by my ears, and ridden hard.

    I did receive therapy in my late teens for the abuse, but I was not sexually active at the time and we did not talk about my sexual feeings. It was more about feeling let down by my parents who did not protect me from my abuser. I guess I was a late developer and it wasn;t until I turned 20 that I had a boyfriend and became sexually active. I had no idea what an orgasm felt like so I wasn't really sure what I was missing. I had a sense that something more was supposed to happen, but the fact is that I felt a sense of triumph that I could make it through the act without sobbing or cringing away. When that relationship ended I was celibate for a long while. I met a man through a church group, we abstained from sex until we married, and then began a rather sedate marital life. I estimate we had sex about once a week. Missionary style usually because I felt uncomfortable on top. He'd been married before and realized instantly that what was supposed to be happening for me wasn't. (No vaginal contractions.) We saw a marriage counselor and then a sex therapist, which is how I learned to masturbate to orgasm. But I could never transfer the skill to sex with my husband. I know that many women only come with a vibrator, but even with the vibrator, I can't come if there is another person in the room. We tried for a few years, but I felt too frustrated. So we divorced. I've had a couple relationships, but the same situation persisted.
    I now have a lot more anger at my parents than I did in my teens. I feel as if their inability to see what was going on with me not only robbed me of much of my childhood, but a big part of adulthood. And I can't even discuss it with them. My mother just starts crying when I mention the abuse and my father is in the typical dad denial about his little girl not being a virgin any more.

    I've thought about going back into therapy, but I can't afford it because I have no health insurance with my job. Recently, I had a dream about suing my parents for neglect and child endangerment and then using the money to pay for therapy so I could enjoy a normal or more normal sex life.

    #3238 — Comments (6) — Jul 27, 2005 at 6:27 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My in-laws have decided I am snotty because I am particular about food and household things. They call me Martha Stewart because I buy Kraft Macaroni instead of the generic store brand that is 33 cents a box. I also replace my pillows and sheets every couple years instead of using ones I inherited from my mother (like my sister-in-law does. SOmeof her pillows are 30 years old!)

    I'd like to raise my children to appreciate nice things and not just buy everything at the Salvation Army or dollar aisle of the local supermarket.

    #3236 — Comments (3) — Jul 23, 2005 at 8:15 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My parents had me when they were 45 and 47 and my younger brother at 48 and 50. In elementary school, everyone thought they were our grandparents. In middle school, my dad retired and started volunteering as a crossing guard at my school. In high school, my mom retired and then she was home all day long everyday and tried to be the "cool mom" by inviting my friends to come over to hang out. But her 1950s version of cool mom was horrific --she baked cookies and tried to give us advice about boys like "Don't call a boy because then he'll think that you are easy."
    Now that we're in college, our parents want to retire in Florida and think that it'll be cool for spring break if everyone goes to their house instead of Cancun or some place else. They think its a waste of money and a way to get robbed, abducted, or catch "a social disease".

    #3235 — Comments (4) — Jul 21, 2005 at 9:05 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My brother got involved with drugs and sort of a gang in the city we used to live in. He got arrested and ended up in rehab, instead of detention because my parents promised the judge that they were moving out of the city. Now we live in a small town in another state. I hate it! The school sux. They only have regular classes (English 10, Math 10, Science 10) and no electives unless you are a senior. I have already learned all this stuff at my old high school. Also, there are only sports and cheerleading, no other activities or clubs. They did one play like three years ago and no one wants to start up a new drama club. Everyone at the school is white and there are people who are openly racist. Outside of school there is nothing to do but work at one of the stores or on someone's farm or babysit. I come home, do my homework and spend the whole night IMing my friends back home who are having such a great time. How can I convince my parents to move back home or atleast let me stay with a friend until I graduate.

    #3234 — Comments (2) — Jul 8, 2005 at 1:38 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — My Family —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was 15 and my younger sis 13, our mom began dating a guy that we hated. I guess the main thing was that he was in the military and if she married him, we'd have to move around, which we hated the idea of since we loved our high school.

    So we made up a story that when our mom was in the hospital having an operation, he had come over, given us beer, and asked if we wanted to watch a porno. According to the story, when we said no, he put it on anyway and then tried to touch my butt.

    Our mom dumped him without a second thought. She never dated again when my sister and I lived at home. She's had boyfriends since, but never anyone serious. I feel really bad.

    #3233 — Comments (3) — Jul 3, 2005 at 10:23 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
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