are behind most of my frustrations these days. My mother is a nurse who does the best with what she has. She believes in having a good time while she can. She has no faith that I have ever witnessed, and is in a loveless relationship. Deep down though, she has a good heart as well as good intentions. Personalitywise, she is me. I am her. Same person. Thrift stores, concerts, being an eternal smartass. I get 90% of who I am from her.
My father has not been a part of the picture since I was 5. We moved to Texas, he stayed in Ohio. Some people are troubled by paternal problems. I truly am not. Stepfather figures have been in the picture, none have made an impact on my life in a good or bad way. Robert is the most current and longest lasting. An Englishman and an Atheist, I get along with Robert surprisingly well for all of our differences. He once cheated on my mom for an extended period of time, but she forgave him. His son Dominic has lived with us since 2000, and is now 25 and less accomplished than most incoming college freshman.
My grandmother is the definition of a gossip queen. She is judgemental to a tee, has a faith based relationship that as far as I can tell is to further her social circle, and has never truly been in love with any of her 4 husbands. She is graciously funding my first year at WVU, but I sense that will fall through after that, and I kind of hope it does. She is already making me feel guilty about things of ridiculous proportions. She has often informed me of how expensive tuition is, yet when I come up two West Virginia two weeks early to pursue a job that would have covered room and board, she flies off the handle when I don’t get it. I chose to end my summer with my friends who I won’t see until at least Thanksgiving but probably Christmas two weeks earlier, and she belittles me and tells me I was taken for a ride. She isn’t appreciative that I would end my summer early, drive 1300 miles across the country, and try for a job that there was little chance of attaining. She also thinks I’m ignoring her when signing up for classes because most of the ones she suggests are already full (old people don’t understand technology). This one is done for now.
My aunt is a well intentioned Friendswood mom who is slighty too judgemental about people most of the time, but is a good person. She loves getting her way(but then again, don’t we all). She buys into stereotypes and fears the day her children or herself aren’t viewed as part of the in crowd. She also, to a lesser extent, is a just in case faith follower.
My uncle is a well to do, kind, genuine good hearted man. He is strong in his faith, puts family at the top of his priority list and takes tremendous pride in all aspects of his life, including his kids, his hometown, his childrens hometown, and family history. An avid sports nut, I have a feeling many years ago he spent more money than he should have gambling, but when you’re a lawyer, you can always be a little less careful with money I suppose. In later years, he’s taken an immense pride in the doings of his children. Overall, a standup man and someone I admire immensely.
My cousin is a typical party frat boy, but there’s a brighter light at the end of the tunnel for him than most I believe. We are good friends for cousins, but I doubt we would have ever hung out growing up were we not related by blood.
My other cousin is too young for me to have a personal opinion on, other than it is evident she grew up in the britney spears era mold.
My aunt and uncle in West Virginia are good, honest people. She worked in a factory for her entire adult life and is now retired, while he has been involved with the city for many years in many roles. He has been a police officer, detective, bailiff, mayor, and is currently a county commissioner. He believes strongly in public service and is as good of an example of politics done right as there ever was.
Their son, my cousin, is a tragic hero. He is middle aged now and still lives at home. He works on the local roads for the city and is pessimistic about the rest of his life. One time, we were at a family cemetery and he told me it felt good seeing all of the single peoples grave markers. I feel worst for him, because he is so sharp. He is smart enough to have done great things with his life, but unfortunately waits for next month’s issue of Rolling Stone and stays up to date on good music while playing video games. I truly feel for him and want the best of things to happen for him.
No other immediate family is jumping out as deserving of a mini bio, but maybe something will pop up. From time to times, I’ll go on these tell all rants and these will probably be the signature posts to which I pen. Only time will tell.
Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen
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