What is up with this....

I hate my family! I cannot stand it anymore! They think they are treating my brother and I the same, but if you step back and look in, you will see the truth.

See I am part of a "family" consisting of my mom, dad, and my brother. I dont think I really fit into my family though. See I used to swim and dance and after awhile it got a little overwhelming so I decided to drop swimming since I enjoyed dance more and was in it longer. I really think my mom is pissed because I did that. So within my family now there is the "swim family" which consists of my mom, dad, and brother and then there is me. My mom and dad do so much for the swim club and high school swim team that my brother is apart of. My mom would not do one thing for my dance studio. She didnt give a rats ass! She wouldnt complain but she would show it in her face when she did have to do something.

My brother sits at home and does absolutely nothing. He is an sophmore in high school and sits at home on the weekends. When I was his age, I was always out with my friends. So then he sits there and tells me how I have no friends though I am never home because I am always out with my friends. I actually think he is gay! Literally! He freaks out over his clothes, cannot have a spot on any of his like 50 pairs of shoes that all look the same, not one wrinkle can be in his clothes, still momma and daddy's little boy, and picks out every little imperfection of every single girl out there, and swims with a bunch of guys. I really don't get it.

I have had a boyfriend for the past three years. His family is more of a family to me than my own. That is pretty sad. I cant even sit and have a normal conversation without them having a look on their faces of annoyance. Rob's parents actually ask how my week was, will sit down and talk with me, and go camping to spend "quality" time with their family members. My parents never do that with Rob. They never sit down and try to get to know him. My mom always seems to pass the good and go straight for the bad. I dont even see my parents rarely which is okay because when coming home, it is like entering hell. There is no warm, fuzzy feeling when you enter my house unlike all my friends' houses. Why is that?

They wonder why I am never home! Maybe because I hate having to come home cuz when I know when I walk thru that door that I am in for. Something will always be sad or an action will be taken that will leave the night sour.

I hope I find a decent job that pays well so I can move in with my girl, erica. and they wont ever see me. and maybe then they will realize!!!!!!!


the "jealous" one....