Sister mys sister is the best thing that has ever happened to me she gives me life and I couldn’t be the person that I am today with out who she is. Everything I do I try and believe that my sister wants the best for me. My sister is the sweetest person that has ever happended to walk the earth. I owe her everything and I have given her nothing. I wish the best for her no matter what. I love her.
It was late that night. We had just finished a dinner with the relatives. Those nights always end up so weird. Grampa forgot his teeth in the bathroom. Uncle John made funny noises while eating his steak. And best of all, cousin Leah peed while at the table. I guess you never know what’s going to happen when the whole family’s around.
PERSON FAMILY SISTER BROTHER FAMILY FRIENDS PEOPLE RELATED TO YOU AUNT UNCLE MOTHER GRANDMOTHER PAW PAW FAMILY PARENTS POP MOM SISSY COUSIN UNCLE FAMILY SON DAUGHTER NIECE NEPHEW GRANDCHILD GRAND DAUGHTER GRANDSON
I’m not sure what to think. I’m not used to just brainstorming up random things, I’m so delibirate, straight forward. Kinda like parents. Weird. This actually does get me thinking about family. And maybe the one I’ll have one day. And the relatives my kids will see as annoying or loud, just as I do now. How they thought the same. That nothing changes at the same time as everything around it does.
Family knows exactly who you are. They know your deepest fears and your greatest accomplishments. You are related by more than flesh and blood. You are connected by souls. Then there are those who you are related with flesh and blood who have no idea who you are or where you have come from. Those are the people we deem relatives instead of family.
I’m hanging out with the closest thing to a relative that I can stand to live near. Its an ex boyfriend, but really… When you realize that you’re in love still, and have been since the beginning, it’s not the ex part that hurts but the potential that was never realized. You begin to question things. It’s only human, only natural.
But I haven’t told my parents.
They thought he was horrible.
He wasn’t – I just made shit up because I couldn’t stand to be the one in the wrong.
So annoying. They interfere in your life and don’t leave you alone! The medal and peer over your shoulder at every thing you do and don’t think that you can do anything right by yourself. They always have to tell you what to do even though we’re pretty smart and already have the information they “give” us.
relatively speaking, of course, they can be both wacky and good, bad and normal. you don’t choose them; but you have the option of becoming great friends with them anyway. bleh. this writing is not my best at all…yay family?
The relatives were coming to town. Not just ANY relatives, mind you. MY relatives. Ben’s relative’s a fairly easy to handle in comparison. (He also does not have as many aunts and uncles as I do.) If they ruin my wedding, I swear….
Family Catastrophe
It was years ago
Fourth or fifth grade, perhaps
Sister went to grandparents.
Bipolar grandmother gave a hateful, spiteful call to my mother
Mother cried,
Father yelled into the phone.
Cops came,
Father was arrested,
Cops said our grandparents made a claim that he threatened their lives.
I, an 11 year old girl, was interviewed by a cop.
I was scared of what to say, because I didn’t want father to be taken away.
But, I saw as he was asked to step outside. He did so, gave a friendly “How ya doin'”, and was asked to put his hands in the air.
My mom pulled me away from the window.
My mom and I cried on my bed harder than we ever have before.
She said, “Grandma and grandpa want to take you
They want to take all of my children.
This might be goodbye.”
Mom and dad weren’t bad people. They didn’t do drugs, and they paid the bills.
Yet I might be taken away from them. At that time, it seemed like it.
It’s always a bit dreadful going to see the relatives. My own family is all good and dandy, but ti’s so hard to come up with good conversation when you know your in-laws are just as bored as you. We mirror each others glassy-eyed stares and try to keep the silences to a minimum
family that hold a bond so close to you and that are there for you through what ever life throws you’re way. There friends that become so close to you that no matter what you have them who compare to your relative.
Relatives – why is this not a four-letter word? Unconditional love helps, and hurts. The meaning of tolerance is rewritten in the name of family: condemning some, forgiving many…
I have looooads of cousins. They live mostly in Ireland. I have about 18 first cousins, 6 uncles, 1 of whom unfortunately died. I have 3 aunts, 2 of which are crazy. Both of my grandparents are dead, I never knew my granddad but my mamo died when I was 10 years old. I have no siblings and I only live with my mom. My friends have lots of siblings because this is Ireland and people like to have big families.
relatives are the most interesting sorts of creatures. you can’t pick who they are but you have to deal with them and even, usually live with them. they are sometimes the most amazing people in your life and other times you simply can’t stand them. this all depends on how you see the relatives that you have in your life and how much they mean to you.
I have lots. A sister, a brother, three aunts, three uncles, approximately eight cousins, my grandmother from my mother’s side, and a second cousin… twice or first removed, I can’t remember. I always mix up that part.
Two words with similar meanings might be relatives of each other. English language words tend to have common roots in Latin, Greek or French. Next time you find two words that start with the same three letters check out the etymology; you never know what’s related.
My relatives are crazy… The other day my grandmother asked me if I was going to have sex with this girl I’ve been talking to, I’m a lesbian, and then she told me to be safe… It was awkward. My mom tried to tell me she didn’t think now was a good time to start a new relationship and that I should just worry and about me and my therapy.
Relatives suck, it is supposed to be all love and understanding between them, just because there’s a bloodline that put them together. Why is that? I should be able to choose who are gonna be my relatives.
you love them. you hate them. can’t live with them and can’t live without them. thank god for family dinners and all the food to keep us together and our mouths full preventing us from getting into some big fights.
Dear Lord.
Why.
Everywhere, all the time, judging.
Just because we have the same blood does not give you a free pass into my life.
And no this isn’t leftover teenage angst.
This is me, asking you, to stop.
Relatives are.. Demanding. Drama. That’s what they are always saying, and what I am always thinking when I am aronud them. I often wish it didnt have to be that way and, for the most part, I suppose it doesn’y. My dad’s side, which comes to my mind second, is always there to offer a hand or a heart.
i don’t really have many extended relatives, thank god. too much work, too much hassle, too much hurt. people will always find a way to hurt you, rest assured in that my friends. relatives are far more trouble than they are worth. is a lifetime if psychological damage really worth the ten dollars in the christmas card every year? i don’t think so. maybe that’s just me, though. there are some strange people in the world.
i dont know what life would be without my relatives. mine are crazy, fun & we have our differences, but ultimately I am soo blessed. holidays are always interesting, and i never dread them. i wish anna would figure out her shit however. I feel sad about that. Hopefully soon…
The relatives started knocking at the door, trying feverishly to get in while I was in the basement digging and stacking hardware into a corner to shield myself from the impending blast. The furnace glowed benignly with my solved problems crackling away. Knock, knock, knock…
Relatives, relatives, relatives…you can absolutely live without them. Some relatives are great, but the others invade way too much of your personal life. Like when you’re step grandma slaps you on the back for playing a game wrong when you were 6…SIX! The other relatives post eerie, rhyming comments on your Facebook wall or text you at absurd hours of the day.
Interestingly enough, we were relatives.
I looked around the table and I realized that there was little that could bring such different people together. The power of blood ties is amazing if it’s able to bring all of us together in this (at least somewhat) organized manner.
well, family, obviously. but also proportional, which was my first thought.
i don’t know, the family thing doesn’t really get to me the way it used to. they feel like baggage.
some are fun, some are on drugs. kind of like my friends I guess; but atleast I get to pick the friends. In the mean time I’m stuck with a dead uncle who ODed on herion. ODing after he stole damn near every penny of my grandparents money for his drug problems.
Relatives. Oh, my God. Just when I thought I couldn’t have any more, wouldn’t have to deal with any more than I already did, I got the news. My father, my loving, helpful, always willing to kill spiders father, wasn’t as great as we’d thought growing up. Mistresses. A whole bunch of them. One, he’d managed to get pregnant. Twice.
I love my family. I can remember eating hundreds of ice pops on a hot, sticky, summer day, as we played fighting games. I was always the queen. Later I was the cook. My gran died when I was younger. She was wonderful.
The people you connect with. The same family tree. Related by the same bloodline. Aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, moms, dads, nephews, nieces, cousins, grandparents, etc. Sometimes friends can seem like relatives even if they aren’t. I consider my best friend a sister, therefore a relative.
Sister mys sister is the best thing that has ever happened to me she gives me life and I couldn’t be the person that I am today with out who she is. Everything I do I try and believe that my sister wants the best for me. My sister is the sweetest person that has ever happended to walk the earth. I owe her everything and I have given her nothing. I wish the best for her no matter what. I love her.
It was late that night. We had just finished a dinner with the relatives. Those nights always end up so weird. Grampa forgot his teeth in the bathroom. Uncle John made funny noises while eating his steak. And best of all, cousin Leah peed while at the table. I guess you never know what’s going to happen when the whole family’s around.
PERSON FAMILY SISTER BROTHER FAMILY FRIENDS PEOPLE RELATED TO YOU AUNT UNCLE MOTHER GRANDMOTHER PAW PAW FAMILY PARENTS POP MOM SISSY COUSIN UNCLE FAMILY SON DAUGHTER NIECE NEPHEW GRANDCHILD GRAND DAUGHTER GRANDSON
I’m not sure what to think. I’m not used to just brainstorming up random things, I’m so delibirate, straight forward. Kinda like parents. Weird. This actually does get me thinking about family. And maybe the one I’ll have one day. And the relatives my kids will see as annoying or loud, just as I do now. How they thought the same. That nothing changes at the same time as everything around it does.
Think of me like a physician – no news is good news. If you hear from me that means we have a problem. Then you should probably just hang up.
Family knows exactly who you are. They know your deepest fears and your greatest accomplishments. You are related by more than flesh and blood. You are connected by souls. Then there are those who you are related with flesh and blood who have no idea who you are or where you have come from. Those are the people we deem relatives instead of family.
I’m hanging out with the closest thing to a relative that I can stand to live near. Its an ex boyfriend, but really… When you realize that you’re in love still, and have been since the beginning, it’s not the ex part that hurts but the potential that was never realized. You begin to question things. It’s only human, only natural.
But I haven’t told my parents.
They thought he was horrible.
He wasn’t – I just made shit up because I couldn’t stand to be the one in the wrong.
So annoying. They interfere in your life and don’t leave you alone! The medal and peer over your shoulder at every thing you do and don’t think that you can do anything right by yourself. They always have to tell you what to do even though we’re pretty smart and already have the information they “give” us.
relatively speaking, of course, they can be both wacky and good, bad and normal. you don’t choose them; but you have the option of becoming great friends with them anyway. bleh. this writing is not my best at all…yay family?
mine are boring, ’nuff said. I’ve got like 20 of them and they all are of not that great an interest to me. Don’t ask why, I don’t know.
They were there in photographs and grainy home videos. After the deaths I regretted so many sullen and separated years.
The relatives were coming to town. Not just ANY relatives, mind you. MY relatives. Ben’s relative’s a fairly easy to handle in comparison. (He also does not have as many aunts and uncles as I do.) If they ruin my wedding, I swear….
Family Catastrophe
It was years ago
Fourth or fifth grade, perhaps
Sister went to grandparents.
Bipolar grandmother gave a hateful, spiteful call to my mother
Mother cried,
Father yelled into the phone.
Cops came,
Father was arrested,
Cops said our grandparents made a claim that he threatened their lives.
I, an 11 year old girl, was interviewed by a cop.
I was scared of what to say, because I didn’t want father to be taken away.
But, I saw as he was asked to step outside. He did so, gave a friendly “How ya doin'”, and was asked to put his hands in the air.
My mom pulled me away from the window.
My mom and I cried on my bed harder than we ever have before.
She said, “Grandma and grandpa want to take you
They want to take all of my children.
This might be goodbye.”
Mom and dad weren’t bad people. They didn’t do drugs, and they paid the bills.
Yet I might be taken away from them. At that time, it seemed like it.
Since then, nothing’s been the same.
I hat me relatives with a passion. Some people “see” themselves in them, but I don’t. I rather stuff a cat down my pants then hang out with them.
It’s always a bit dreadful going to see the relatives. My own family is all good and dandy, but ti’s so hard to come up with good conversation when you know your in-laws are just as bored as you. We mirror each others glassy-eyed stares and try to keep the silences to a minimum
family that hold a bond so close to you and that are there for you through what ever life throws you’re way. There friends that become so close to you that no matter what you have them who compare to your relative.
Relatives – why is this not a four-letter word? Unconditional love helps, and hurts. The meaning of tolerance is rewritten in the name of family: condemning some, forgiving many…
I have looooads of cousins. They live mostly in Ireland. I have about 18 first cousins, 6 uncles, 1 of whom unfortunately died. I have 3 aunts, 2 of which are crazy. Both of my grandparents are dead, I never knew my granddad but my mamo died when I was 10 years old. I have no siblings and I only live with my mom. My friends have lots of siblings because this is Ireland and people like to have big families.
relatives are the most interesting sorts of creatures. you can’t pick who they are but you have to deal with them and even, usually live with them. they are sometimes the most amazing people in your life and other times you simply can’t stand them. this all depends on how you see the relatives that you have in your life and how much they mean to you.
I have lots. A sister, a brother, three aunts, three uncles, approximately eight cousins, my grandmother from my mother’s side, and a second cousin… twice or first removed, I can’t remember. I always mix up that part.
Two words with similar meanings might be relatives of each other. English language words tend to have common roots in Latin, Greek or French. Next time you find two words that start with the same three letters check out the etymology; you never know what’s related.
My relatives are crazy… The other day my grandmother asked me if I was going to have sex with this girl I’ve been talking to, I’m a lesbian, and then she told me to be safe… It was awkward. My mom tried to tell me she didn’t think now was a good time to start a new relationship and that I should just worry and about me and my therapy.
Relatives suck, it is supposed to be all love and understanding between them, just because there’s a bloodline that put them together. Why is that? I should be able to choose who are gonna be my relatives.
you love them. you hate them. can’t live with them and can’t live without them. thank god for family dinners and all the food to keep us together and our mouths full preventing us from getting into some big fights.
Dear Lord.
Why.
Everywhere, all the time, judging.
Just because we have the same blood does not give you a free pass into my life.
And no this isn’t leftover teenage angst.
This is me, asking you, to stop.
Relatives are.. Demanding. Drama. That’s what they are always saying, and what I am always thinking when I am aronud them. I often wish it didnt have to be that way and, for the most part, I suppose it doesn’y. My dad’s side, which comes to my mind second, is always there to offer a hand or a heart.
i don’t really have many extended relatives, thank god. too much work, too much hassle, too much hurt. people will always find a way to hurt you, rest assured in that my friends. relatives are far more trouble than they are worth. is a lifetime if psychological damage really worth the ten dollars in the christmas card every year? i don’t think so. maybe that’s just me, though. there are some strange people in the world.
i dont know what life would be without my relatives. mine are crazy, fun & we have our differences, but ultimately I am soo blessed. holidays are always interesting, and i never dread them. i wish anna would figure out her shit however. I feel sad about that. Hopefully soon…
The relatives started knocking at the door, trying feverishly to get in while I was in the basement digging and stacking hardware into a corner to shield myself from the impending blast. The furnace glowed benignly with my solved problems crackling away. Knock, knock, knock…
Relatives, relatives, relatives…you can absolutely live without them. Some relatives are great, but the others invade way too much of your personal life. Like when you’re step grandma slaps you on the back for playing a game wrong when you were 6…SIX! The other relatives post eerie, rhyming comments on your Facebook wall or text you at absurd hours of the day.
Interestingly enough, we were relatives.
I looked around the table and I realized that there was little that could bring such different people together. The power of blood ties is amazing if it’s able to bring all of us together in this (at least somewhat) organized manner.
well, family, obviously. but also proportional, which was my first thought.
i don’t know, the family thing doesn’t really get to me the way it used to. they feel like baggage.
family
my world
relatives left forever
support
cousins
loved ones
some are fun, some are on drugs. kind of like my friends I guess; but atleast I get to pick the friends. In the mean time I’m stuck with a dead uncle who ODed on herion. ODing after he stole damn near every penny of my grandparents money for his drug problems.
harsh
rude
yelling
screaming
laughing
playing
loving
dreaming
family
home
hearts
kindness
deafness
pain
stress
blindness
relatives.
Relatives. Oh, my God. Just when I thought I couldn’t have any more, wouldn’t have to deal with any more than I already did, I got the news. My father, my loving, helpful, always willing to kill spiders father, wasn’t as great as we’d thought growing up. Mistresses. A whole bunch of them. One, he’d managed to get pregnant. Twice.
I love my family. I can remember eating hundreds of ice pops on a hot, sticky, summer day, as we played fighting games. I was always the queen. Later I was the cook. My gran died when I was younger. She was wonderful.
loud funny quite just want to keep or go away love hate forever god bye widhyou were still here right by my side
The people you connect with. The same family tree. Related by the same bloodline. Aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, moms, dads, nephews, nieces, cousins, grandparents, etc. Sometimes friends can seem like relatives even if they aren’t. I consider my best friend a sister, therefore a relative.
magical, know too much, inescapable, humorous, dependable, not always biological.