Out of all the things in the world, the one thing that hits the spot is family drama. I. Fucking. HATE. “Family” drama. My mom and I are both the youngest, which is pretty ironic, and for some reason we’re always the ones to get blamed and get into shit. My moms sister and brother talk shit about her, and my brothers find any dirt they can to get me into trouble. Is it just a thing that siblings do or something? She’s your youngest sister, so how the hell are you going to do that to her? Especially when it makes my grandpa feel bad for making her put so much time and effort into her daily routine. Damn, you have the kids that are already married off, you have a rich white husband, you got it all don’t you? If you have it all, why do you have to do this? You are so two faced when I’m not around. You act like the super cool nice aunt that knows about the latest fashion and tries to win me over and buy me things, but when I hear about what you say and do to my mom, that just takes the cake over everything. Honestly, if my mom weren’t so calm about this, I would say something. Luckily, my mom gives me the “She’s your aunt, so you have to respect her” blah blah blah. My brothers already dislike most of the uncles, so don’t make me become the niece that starts to dislike the aunts. As a kid, I was blinded by the smiles, and no one told me anything; but since I’m old enough to know now… To think I used to be able to call us a family? Please, not even close.
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