I grew up in a rather dysfunctional family. My mother, only 20 years older than me, self-consumed in her own world, always spits out negative connotations as if there were no tomorrow. My brother, only three years younger than me, with intense anger problems and awkward social skills, still lacks pretty much everything an average 15 year old has, except a loud, shocking mouth. My sister, nearly ten or nine years younger than me (depending on the month) is an adorable child, yet, she can sometimes be spoiled and a bit rude. Moreover, she only lives here every other week due to a custody battle issue between my mom and "stepdad." Because I am at college, it's hard to help my sister whenever she is in need, like getting away from the beast of what our mother is. Though, her dad, my stepdad/whatever, I feel is changing her. He spits out all these lies and complete fallacies that should not be spoken to an eight year old. An eight year old will believe whatever their daddy says, especially when their dad is their favorite person in the family. Sometimes, at school, I feel hopeless.
I know that my mom does not really help my brother or sister grow in any sort of nature. My mother just sits in her room all day, working on the computer, chatting with god-knows-who and just lives on with her life. My brother is the same way. Except, he is working on "homework" and chatting to his "friends" on the World Wide Web. Sometimes, I often wondered if he even had real friends. Just yesterday, he admitted to me that he doesn't really have any friends in his school - just acquaintances. Poor child. I'm not sure what to do. I try to talk, but, I just can't. I wonder how I became to be the person I am today. I can only pinpoint some similarities, but other than that, the distance between my mother and I become farther and farther away. She's a hardworking person at her salons. So hardworking that it seems like she doesn't care about anyone else. She wouldn't just talk to someone out of nowhere. In fact, if it benefits her, she will most definitely talk to them. She isn't up for much small talk. She's just very awkward, and seemingly rude. Today, a woman working at the organic section in Giant (perhaps my favorite aisle and it trumps all the other local stores with its fabulous organic selection) asked my mom how she was doing today and all that polite things you should say to a person. My mom just kept on going with her own business.
Sometimes, I'm a bit ashamed of her. I wish she would just talk to people, just to be nice. I hate how it usually has to benefit her. It doesn't make any sense.
English 211 is a course called "Creative Non-Fiction." Hopefully this is what the class entails. If not, I could still just wing writing some BS paper about my life. It worked with my history class in the 11th grade. I ended up writing four pages about my life when she really didn't read any of it and gave me a 30/30 anyways. That also happened in the 7th grade too. He gave me a 92... at least he was reading it.
