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I love my mother, I love my sister, I love my brother, even so I love my lil pet brothers. I don't mind repetition as long as its not a topic that I hate. Right now I hate my mother's family. They cause pain and suffering yet my mother runs to them like a lost puppy only to get shot down. I can withstand my mother speaking about other things in repetition but I cannot stand her speaking about her family. It brings my blood to a boil and it makes me angrier.

I love my mother. I really do.. I would do anything possible to make her happy... I've proven myself of that already.. But what I cannot for the life of me stand is her family. Not the family she has made but the family she was born in. They are all ******** bastards that deserve what is best for them. As much as I would love to desire hell for them, I as a person might be the first to see them down there if that is their judgement.

I love talking and I love laughing.. I love talking over a cup of coffee with her.. But I cannot stand the family she is born with. Their voices.. their characters... I don't care what my siblings say... or what my mother says about me. I can easily be seen as a monster.. But I do have my own line that I draw. And that line is drawn in the conversation of her ******** family that she was born in.

My sister is upset with me for being a d**k over my mother's sister. But I don't care... To be in the same room as my aunt, it frustrates me.. She might not understand it and hell I might not as well if I was her... But in life there are some things we just can't stand.. And one of those things is the fury I have for my mother's family. I am okay if my mother explains it once but I cannot twice..


I have stand and talk when my siblings or mother speaks of other things in repetition such as my brother's stupid ex or my sister's day at work or even my mother's day at work. Those types of conversations are fine... But they don't seem to understand that the only conversation I cannot withstand getting my blood boiled and bursting with such rage and anger is the family my mother was born in.... I have no idea how to explain this to them in clarity.


… Honesty... I kind of wish I could just stab myself and die...