Quick n Dirty Family story

I just had to write this down for a friend. It was hard to write but since I took the time to type it out I may as well record it here. Some of it is documented here anyway...

I have at this point two neices, a brother and his family (not tight with his kids), a sister and her girlfriend (Uncle Deb) and that's it.I haven't spoken to my mom since I graduated Community College in 1997. My Father died in 2005.My mother had 3 kids before she met my Dad. My Dad had 4 kids before he met my Mom. My dad ran off with my mom and had no contact with his kids for like 18 years. My parents got married 2 years after I was born. They divorced when I was 13. After the divorce my mother told me that my father was a horrible horrible man and I believed her because I barely knew him. He worked like 3 jobs. So she kidnapped me and took me with her latest boyfriend down to Kentucky on Christmas Day. We stayed 3 weeks in a roach infested hotel and then lived with different friends and family of his until he left. And left us homeless. My mom tried to make me be more of a girlfriend to him than she wanted to be. She said he liked me more than her and that I could make him stay. He didn't stay. A few more moves around Kentucky and a few more schools under my belt. My mother ended up in jail for some kind of fraud charges and my father was contacted to come pick me up. I lived with him unscathed and happy until I was 22. Soon after my father picked me up, my mother got out of jail and tried to convince me to marry my 15 year old boyfriend so I wouldn't have to live with my so-called abusive father. (didn't do that!) My Father had remarried by the time I came to live with him. His new wife had 4 kids. I loved his new wife like I would a mother. I thought she felt the same way about me. But as my father lay dying in the hospital bed i learned that she hated me and so did her kids. No idea as to why but I think she was jealous. And her kids I will never understand.. I thought we were tight. So when my father died I lost a father, mother and several siblings. Also when my father died I lost a brother and a sister from my mothers side. They hated my father so much that they decided to take pictures of each other dancing on his grave. I didn't like them much anyway. I was a daddy's girl. We had a very special relationship and I still miss him very much today. So yeah.. family... not so much. sigh.