Your Parents.

*sigh* there are so many things that I could say about my parents. I could talk about what it was like growing up without a dad around, or I could talk about what it was like picking up my life, moving to another state and suddenly having a father figure. However I’m not really going to talk about either of those, as they’re way too long to type out, and I’m sadly very tired right now.

So my mom. My mom is someone that I get along with. We’re very alike. Yes there are times that I literally want to kill her and don’t want to talk to her because she’s royally pissed me off. But for better or worse, my mother is someone that I respect. She raised me as a single mother, went to school full time, and had a full time job. Her life was probably hell, but she made everything seem easy, and all in all I had a good childhood.

My Dad. My dad is an asshole. He always has been, he always will be. I believe the reason he treats me the way he does is because I was not male. See my father wanted to pass down the lovely family name. However due to the fact that I wasn’t male, this meant that he was WJS the 4th.. and there would be no fifth. Sometimes I believe that my father actually does care about me, other times I really do wonder if he’s my father or if he’s just someone that enjoys saying he’s my father just to be a dick to me.

My step father. Michael has been my step father for.. 5 years(?) now. I don’t really have much to say about him though. We get along enough. There are times that I believe that he’ll never treat me as an equal to his children, and there is the long going debate that there are double standards for me, but not his kids. However that aside. Michael is a really nice guy. He makes my mom happy and in all honesty that is really all that matters.

So, in a nutshell.. thats.. my parents. Nothing all that flashy about them. Though I do get very angry with all of them at times, I still love them very much.