I don't really have any major issues but there's minor ones. One of my aunts has way too many kids and dogs, a grand total of 12 dogs and 13 kids. Every time I go to my grandparents' house, they come over and 99% are brats. I only like one of them, and we race each other on the field outside of their backyard. The wins are usually pretty split.

My family only gets together on Thanksgiving and Christmas and that's it. We [i] rarely [/i] see each other throughout the rest of the year. Then I have to put up with my fake ass aunts and uncles who pretend they care about the rest of us. My cousins are usually off doing their own things and I just go for the food and come back home. I'd rather hang out with my friends more honestly, at least I know they're straight up about everything. I see other people I grew up with being super close with their relatives whether its cousins, uncles, aunts etc and sometimes I get jealous because I wish I had those same bonds. All those families seem to have so much fun hanging out nearly every weekend whether its a holiday or not. My family would rather talk behind each other's backs and act fake when we see each other. As I grew older I began to avoid most family gatherings because I don't want to put up with that. I already know how they are. Most of all I miss my older brother so much. Ever since he got married we see him less and less. I love my sister-in-law for turning my brother's life around but she's super bossy and pretty much is the one in charge. He's a truck driver so its rare whenever he visits. My older sisters I could never stand as they made fun of me and put me down my entire life and still do whenever they get the chance. My dad's family side is absolutely massive and I hardly know a fraction of them. My mom's side is the side where everybody acts fake and I know them better.

quite a few members are in the federal pen

Standard matriarchal nuclear family here. Overbearing and manipulating mother to the point of incurring serious mental illness on certainly me if not my sister as well. And I’m pretty sure she had some form of PND because I don’t have many happy childhood memories of her, they’re pretty much all riddled with some mixture of fear, shame and anxiety brought about by her reactionary childish attitude to conflict and her fake warmth and praise. My sister recently had to have therapy and medical action for anorexia but I haven’t talked to her about it much so I don’t know exactly how that happened, but I can hazard a guess. I was a pretty angry teenager about all that but I’ve since moved out and gained a certain distanced perspective. I was the firstborn, and congenitally disabled, so that must be pretty hard to deal with as a first time mother who’s not used to that sort of thing, as well as obviously having problems of her own to deal with, and when me and my sister got older we very blatantly preferred my dad in most situations so that must be hard to deal with as well. But it bothers me how the relationship she still has with her mother seems to be the same as the one i had with her through my teens, because she obviously doesn’t see the harmful attitude she’s inherited and therefore hasn’t thought about it enough to try and change anything in her own life.

Both of my parents are divorced, living 3 hours apart in separate cities. I had to pretty much grow up to be about 25 or 30 years old in 2 years when I was 14. It was up to me to be the second parent to my siblings, no matter where we were. I had to (and still have to) drive back and forth between the cities, chauffeuring my siblings and I between one house where my father lives alone, throwing himself into his work out of a depressive loneliness that he has been suffering under for the better part of 5 years, and another house where my mother is constantly having parties, sleeping with her boyfriend that she hooked up with before the divorce was official, and caring for my grandmother who can’t get a job due to her age. Most of my life has been a massive lesson in how I can best distract myself from the mountain of toxicity and arguments right outside my bedroom door.

May I see your license please sir? Otherwise the mother’s side are all Masons and the fathers side are all bushwhackers, so you can imagine how that works out.

I grew up in an orphanage after I was found discarded in a rubbish bin.

Oh god, this is going to sound to edgy or some shit but I dont even know where to start. Lets begin with the fundementals shall we? Biological mother: Age 45ish, been addicted to all manner of drugs since 14. Had her first child at 20 which is my big brother with a, [u]you guessed it[/u], fellow drug addict. That man is luckily not my father though, I got a different type of crazy I guess. My mother is also a paranoid schizofreni ac. She unironically thinks meat eaters are worse than a certain failed infamous artist, thinks all men are ra[i]p[/i]ists, that all who disagree with Stalin are the worst scum of the earth. She mentally, emotionally and sometimes even physically abuses. She is a master of deception, manipulation and of using people like bricks in a game of chess, all for her own gains. (Thats why I can not stand it when people use dishonest tactics in debates btw. Because all I see when I see those tactics, are my mother.) My father: He is certainly an interesting individual. I don't know him that well yet so I'll see who he is, eventually. He hasnt been a good father to me and father role to my bigger bro during our childhood. However, im giving him a new chance, as 12 years apart made it so we didnt even know eachother anymore. Not because he went to buy milk so long ago, but because CPS denied him to stay in touch with me. They...[i]chose the wrong parent.[/i] It was now 12 years ago I had to move into fostercare because of said issues. My stay in fostercare: I was given one short straw for another. I had to live with my mothers aunt. She was but the other side of the coin that my mother was. Overly controlling, like a tyrant. Abusive, like my mother. A master of the same game. But all in just a different manner; different play styles of the same game. Her daughter was fortunately not of such crazyness. She has always been very kind to me. Not once was she nasty in anyway towards me really. She was just as much a victim of the family tree as I was. She's 5 yrs older than me and moved into her own place long ago luckily. I'll mention one outta the blue thing: all authority figures in my life have been lying to me for all those 12 yrs, giving me conflicting information, taking big life decisions [i]for[/i] me without ever having my consent. They've been massively incompotent and broken so many laws, even basic ones, that some should face serious prison time. Im not gonna mention other family members in this exact comment as I'd literally run of place. But long story short; I didnt [i]exactly[/i] have the best of childhoods. But, what never ceased to amuse me, is that, like my aunts daughter, im not a drug addict. Im not mentally fucced. Im not batshit crazy, full of hate for people for absurd reasons. Unfortunately, the same cant be said about my big bro. He still believies my mother is sane and healthy and a good person to spend time with. In [b][i]many, many[/i][/b] cases I'll have to agree with Wraith: CPS is just legalised human trafficking. It truly wasnt the fact that my mother had her issues and my father his that messed my childhood up; it was to a disproportienate (that how you spell it?) amount CPS's gross incompotence, willfull ignorance, corruption and gaslighting. If you should take [i][b]one[/b][/i] thing away from this let it be this: Do not trust people who you don't know enough when they say "they only want the best for you". The 1900's and this proves just why you shouldnt.

The kind I don't talk about.

These are not matters I wish to discuss :)

I'm an affair child, Who was unwanted by everyone. My mum died in a car accident and I was cut out by the paramedics on scene, so I don't know my mum. My dad was a career military man, so he was very rarely involved in my life. Grandparents looked after me till I was three, where my grandmother passed away. And my grandfather was put in a nursing home. From there I was sent to my stepmother, who hated me with a passion. She tried killing me several times. Pretty much raised by my eldest stepbrother, the only one that liked me. Ran away from home when I was thirteen dripping in blood with only the clothes on my back, the knife lodged in my collar bone and the chards of glass buried in my face, hands and arms. So yeah, my family is peachy. (≧∇≦*)

Im never listened to and the only one who ever listened to me died when i was holding his hand (f*** cancer)

I still get strange looks for being the white guy of the family. Basically most of my family are Asian. That's with the exception of my grandfather on my father's side who was white American. He fell in love with my grandmother and stayed in Japan going on to have a few Asian kids. Well my Father moved to England and met my mother who is Korean and had me. Needless to say the fact I came out white lead to a lot of questions. After some tests it turns out that my 1/4 white gene from my father is just more dominant. Still doesn't stop the looks I get though. Saying that my BF is a bit of an odd ball.

My moms sister relies on my grandfather to pay all her expenses because she spends her paychecks on name brand clothing for her 11 obese children. My cousin married a woman because he loved her, then got investigated because gov people thought it was a greencard wedding, and they failed the test. My cousin almost died as a baby. Her mom has left her in several hot cars. She was left alone all the time because nobody wanted to watch her, and nearly drowned in their pool three times. Her mom tells these stories like they’re funny. I could go on, but I wanna go get cereal

I’m fortunate enough to have no crazy people in my family.

my dad used to be an abusive alcoholic, but he shaped up. now my moms the abusive alcoholic. advice appreciated.

Parents are very strict and limit me on my one slice of entertainment, video games. They also have it so I only get 30 mins of social media time, so there goes me getting caught up on things. [spoiler]Hecking Spitfires[/spoiler]

I’ve been blessed with loving parents and a family where I harbor no real malice to anyone, so I don’t have many issues. If I had bad terms with anyone, it would be with my 2 younger brothers, but they’re mainly just extremely annoying, especially now where they won’t do their schoolwork so my parents have to hire me to get them on track. I barely have any free time now, but at least I’m doing something for the family and I get paid. Another quirk with my family is that everyone but me is in therapy. They’ve all been through some rough times lately, as has everyone. My sister even moved back with my family because of how she’s been suffering anxiety and her newly discovered bipolar disorder that she shares with my brother, but I’m glad to see her again. She even brought her cat over! All in all, nothing horrible is going on between me and everyone else, and I’m truly grateful for that. [spoiler]Fades Away[/spoiler]

Honestly, way too much. I have no idea how I cope with it all

they're all boring and lazy but then again so am i