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   I had a great Aunt Ann, who once told my mother that most close friends are better than family. Most of my family has had a long history of treating me disrespectfully. Sometimes often speaking to me like I'm not even a human being, but more like a servant or slave. As a young boy I remembered my uncle stating once that if you weren't blood related you didn't belong in our family. To be honest with you though, if he wants to act that way I don't want to be related to him. Unfortunately, I cannot lie about my heritage though.
   This abuse has driven me down a dark road more than once and they don't care or process the thought of how I feel. My hatred for them now seething even over the little things they say or do, whether it be rude remarks, selfish behaviour, or just bad attitude. This is the truth about my family, and most families around the world. We aren't alone in the world, there may be different stories but the products are the same. We are the overlooked, the forgotten and the lonely. It doesn't seem to matter how we act in this world, the end result always stays the same unless we have someone that really cares about us. Someone who really wants us to achieve our goals.
   I've had more than one friend willing to sacrifice their life for me and I don't want it to go to waste. Sometimes I feel like the world is caving in around me, trying to stop me from being myself. My family I'd part of that  I've said before, that most of my family doesn't even know I am writing again. As a boy they would often attack me, just because they found it humorous to hurt me. I'm afraid that the dark side of me has shown today in light few people have witnessed. I am usually calm with my temperament, but you are only able to take so much before you snap.
   I exploded because they were bugging me about something utterly stupid. Something, that they didn't even do because they are selfish and lazy. It was just a tote and they wouldn't get off their lazy butts to go get it. Instead they preferred bugging me about why they wanted it. Obviously it was to put corn in since they were cutting and bagging it to freeze it. Welcome to my world.