Sorry guys, but I NEED to let this out:
There's a statistic that says a certain percentage of American families are dysfunctional... and seriously, I know it's not mathimatically possible, but I sometimes feel that my family makes up like...5% of that statistic lol.
This is really my mom's side of the family:
Imagine an Umbrella, you know when you open it up, and thin metallic rods extend from the center of the umbrella to the ends of the fabric which keeps the rain off? Imagine those as my family members. But imagine the thing that you move up which opens the umbrella, with out that, the entire umbrella falls apart, the rods hang loose, and the fabric falls over them flimsy. Anyway, imagine my grandpa as that little device that holds it together.
when my grandpa was around, nobody dared to fight with each other, he simply wouldn't allow his daughters to disrespect one another or the family name, well since he's died in 2004, the umbrella has completely come loose.
I'm gonna sue names to avoid confusion, and thew American version of my Arab aunts names would be Wendy and Samantha, and my mom would be Mary.
So Wendy's daughter Hedeel found out that someone knew that she was cheating on her husband, and she thought that it was my aunt Samantha. So one day while my sisters and Samantha's kids went to a haunted house for halloween, Hedeel and her sister Silvey visit Samantha's house and take her up into her room and interrogate her, they threaten her that if she ever tells anyone, they'll lie and tell everyone that she was cheating on her husband. Of couse Samantha wasn't the person who found out about Hedeel's slutty ways, but that night was the dawn of my family's destruction.
Normally Wendy would support her sister being that her kids were the bad guys, but instead she supported them and told people that she was out cheating on her husband on day. I was the alibi actually. I was helping Samantha's familys move into their new house (This was about 3 months later BTW) and Samantha recieved a call from her cousin telling her that Wendy was spreading lies about her that she was out having sex RIGHT NOW" some people beleived it after I told them, some people didn't.
So since then, Samia and Mary have been at war with Wendy's family. What we really need to do is retrieve the family photo album from them, because they took it at my grandpa's funeral. and we want it BACK.
So you may think that Samantha and Mary are the innocent ones right? No. they're like to peas in a pod, but instead of having zero respect for their siblings they treat their kids like SHIT.
Okay, let's start off with, we all used to get beat, like crazy. These were two really FUCKED UP women. I remember when I was 5, I just got a new bike and I wanted to go outside, but my mom wouldn't let me, but i snuck out and rode around for like, 30 minutes anyway behind her back. when I returned, she came into my room and asked me where I was. I knew she was about to fuck me up because she was holding a wooden spoon in her hand. I tried to lie my way out of it, but she kept hitting me and yelling at me because I snuck out and then lied about it. For two hours I would NOT get out of my room, but then finally when my dad came home and my mom was taking a shower. I greeted him and he saw the bruises on my legs. He asked what happened, and I told him I fell off my new bike, but he knew I was lying, he knew that my mom did it to me, so when he told me to go downstairs and play, I listened in on when my mom came out the shower and he CUSSED HER THE FUCK OUT. He Threatened if she EVER touched me again, he would fuck her LIFE UP (thats the english translation)
The dads are always the cool ones in Chaldean families, but I'm getting out of th story, I jsut wanted to let you know this is how my mom and aunts were to all their kids. Their patience were thin and they wouldn't hesitate to attack their underage children.
Has their anger disintegrated over time however? no. It still continues today, but it's more of a mental beating than a physical beating because now my mom is a bag of bones and my aunt is a chubby weakling.
Samantha literally HATES my cousin Ina. she HATES HER GUTS. She uses her when she's lonely, she complains to her to get her to feel sorry for, and when she's upset, she will find something that Ina did to bitch at her. Samantha gives her kids freedom, but when they're at the house, Samantha does NOTHING but bitch. Especially to Ina. Now, they're currently at war with each other. Since Ina spent the night at my house, my mom assumed that Ina taught my sister and I how to talk back to our parents, and my mom told that to Samantha and Sam really let her have it, talking about respect, and how she spends her whole life on her kids.
Ina is now known and the "devil child" because my mom and Samantha told my grandma, who told our great aunts, who told our 2nd, 3rd, and 4th cousins that Ina taught her cousins how to talk back at our parents and cuss at them. Samantha hates it when Ina comes downstairs, Samantha hates it when she eats her food, she hates it when she takes dad's car out. Samantha hates Ina so much, but uses her when she's fighting with her husband so she has someones to talk to.
she especially love to talk shit about Ina, she loves that a lot, and knwing that she's the one who feeds her and houses her (BTW, Ina is 22 and is close friends with my sister Oleen) she is able to do anything she wants with her knowing that Ina can't fight back...why? Because she is FUCKED UP.
what about my mom? well my mom, I know the most about...
My oldest sister Oleen is a 20 year old woman on her own who still has to get permission from her mom to do anything. For most of your parents, it'd be unnatural for a 20 year old girl to g to school, go to work, and go home and do nothing, but for my mom, she fears that my sister will get killed or raped....yes, in suburban Michigan. My sister wants to mvoe to Miami to get her degree in History there, but my mom won't let her, she wants her to stay in Michigan with her Satanic family, and after she finished her third year at her current college, she HAS to move back home, she will be 21 by then, a legal citizen who can smoke, drink, vote, fuck, whatever, she still has to live in her parents house.
why is this you may ask? Becuase my mom get's off to yelling at people....she LOVES to bitch at people she can't get enough of it. and her favorite person to cuss out is Oleen. She LOVES to cuss her out and make her feel bad to the point where she has to isolate herself in her room. Every Sunday when she visits, she gets a report from my grandpa and what she's done in the past week. Going to they store earns Oleen 2 hours of yelling and cussing, b ut going to Samantha's house to hang out with her cousin gets her 3 hours! 3 hours of "You have NO RESPECT for me! You think I'm a stupid bitch who won't find out? I DON'T WANT YOU ON THE STREETS AT NIGHT SELLING YOURSELF FOR SEX!"
WHAT THE FUCK?! She assume if my sister is out at 8:00PM, that she's a prostitute. She LOVEs to cuss out my sister, and frankly I get tired of hearing her loud ass witch voice EVERY SUNDAY. God blessed sunday and made it holy, and I have to suffer because my mom screams so FUCKING loud, and she cusses out bullshit. WOW. I feelin like my mom is Sindel....seriously.,
there's no peace at home, my other sister Moreen just got her license.....she's 18. She doesn't have a car. She sues my mom's car. OH but she's not allowed to drive. My mom has to be in the passenger seat when Moreen drives....she goes to a community college. and has to carry 4 heavy ass books with her to EVERY class, cuz she doesn't have a car to put them in. She has to WALK a quarter of a mile to different buildings because she doesn't have a car to drive to each building, and there are 4 heavy ass books in her freezing hands. She's simply not allowed to take a car by herself, even though she CAN drive...and at the end of her school day...she has to go to work.......
Mom drives down to the college, sister gets in car, they drive to work, and drops sister off and...BYE! WTF, my mom is too over protective....but she's torturing us with out even realizing it.
Well what about me? You see...heh, I am the only person in the family who is fighting back. What my mom does to me, is she pushes me, and she stresses me, and she deprives me of anything enjoyable, so I can do my school work, get a scholarship, get into a college, be a doctor and support her in case her husband ever leaves her (WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY). I can;t go to my friends house, I can't have a phone, I can't play videos games, I can only read, study, and write. I have to come RIGHT HOME from school. I can;t go to any of my friends house, I can't have a girlfriend (lol), and I have to read in my spare time.
Well mom, here's how it's going to happen: In my room, I have 600 dollars and rising, hidden in that little brown box, which I am going to use to move to Miami, find a job and an apartment, with Ina and Oleen, and live there, go to college, go to medical school, and after I earn my degree, move to Canada, get married to a man, and spend my money and my life with him, not you. So all this studying and killing myself that I'm doing, it's not for you, it's for my future husband, and ten years from now, karma will bite you in the ASS.
Boy I can't wait....I can't wait until July of 2010, when I'm going to take my belongings and my money and go off to Miami with my cousin and sister and live a REAL life there, not in a place where, my grandpa's bitch ass daughters fucked up their kids. Wendy's sluts, Samantha's contempted, and Mary's prisoners.
And yes, this all happened because my grandpa died. He was the opener that held the umbrella together, he was the spiral that held the notebook together, and yes, he was even the support beam that kept the walls from crumbling.
I eman, it's like...seriously, what family would you want to be, a self-respectless whore, the child of a mother who hates you, or the child of a mother who isolates your in your house. If you want to be Samantha's kid, you at least get to have a good time some days and go out and have fun, while I have never been over a friend house sicne the elementary days.
Okay, I had to get that off my chest. It was really what happened today. Yeesh, I wanted to stay at my cousins's house just this once, but my mom INSISTS that I come home to an empty house with her. I get to spend my extended weekend with no 360, just a computer, just...you guys, lol. Whereas, if I was at my cousins' house, I have a 360, and original XOBX, and a Wii....and people to talk to! and a car t go out and have fun! She always says...one day when your an older man, go back there and have fun, don't waste my money and time picking you up from their house. Yeah okay, like I'm really gonna return to my aunts's house and play nintendo Wii as a 28 year old man. Stupid ass.
It's hard to beleive that her blood runs through my veins, she's so cold-hearted, narrow-minded, and isolated... I'm the exact opposite of her. Damn.
So in July of 2010, expect to see a thread by me, talking about how I'm in Miami, I stood up to my mom, and took my sister and cousin with me away from their dreadful houses, and we're finally free from our prisons.
