How fucked up can one family get? I mean honestly, I feel like not even Dr. Phil can cure us. It's not my immediate family but my family outside my house.
My grandma just died and the first thing was "ding dong the witch is dead." How evil is that? Her sister, my other aunt didn't comfort her dad or anything, she just expected to get money, and then was pissed when she didn't get anything. My grandma had nothing to give away. Fighting cancer isn't cheap.
Also, my cousin Elle is like a model. 5 foot 8, size 0, long blond hair, you get the picture. She is gorgeous, yet her mother thinks she is fat because when we were roasting marshmallows she went wild and ate two. Then my aunt had the nerve to say "why don't you just pack more weight onto those jello thighs." What the fuck, she has no weight on her body to begin with.
So Elle is the skinny one. Her sister is more of the size 8 girl who starves herself because everyone in the house hates her because she is the obese child.
This family makes me sick. It's all about what you look like, how smart you are, and how much money is in your coach purse.
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