Family are those people you don’t get to choose the people that you’re stuck with. Some of us are lucky enough to be born with great families but a majority of us are doomed to be born into dysfunctional families. I’m one of the cursed in this land, I have one of the most dysfunctional families that I know of. I’m lucky that I’m mentally sane after all these years of being subjected to this mental torture. I’m the oldest of three, my brother the middle child is the definition of a screw up and yet whenever something is done in the house that involves me and him the finger is usually pointed at me. I feel like the black sheep of the family and what I really want is to finally leave this house but being a full time student. It’s like the more I try to do with my life the more back lash I get from them. In what world must I give my family money just because I have a job. I can understand taking my younger sister to the store or something but giving my siblings money that sounds like an allowance something not in my job description because I’m “sister” not “parent”. I can talk about my family all day but I’ll just end it here.