this reminds me of a former poster, but i can't remember who. maybe laphroaig? anyways.
my family story is a fucking car wreck. i was raised in a nuclear family, but i had half-siblings who were the result of...previous encounters with my mother. one had a dad who was murdered in a field during a bad drug deal; that's my brother. he's still alive.
my sister was raised by an asshole until my mother took them away from him and moved them away. that shit took a lot of guts on mom's part. she grew up poor, but went and made a successful life.
nevertheless, my sister had to deal with what i think was probably ptsd, and my brother too. for whatever reason, my brother was able to overcome, but she wasn't. he slipped into coke, and he got out of it. she slipped into meth. that eventually killed her. she got branded as a felon for having just a bit too much, and yeah, i was an uncle at 8 years old because she hung out with disreputable people and made a mistake. meanwhile, mom was a massive success in commercial real estate. she tried her best, and still couldn't fix the shit that happened. my sister died last year, and fuck you, dude for not even trying to understand what people are going through. her two kids are screwed up due to her addiction. she died because of it. and she was the son of a sheriff. my niece and nephew...i don't even know. i hope they are doing well. they don't return my calls. but i have no doubt there are significant mental issues there. my nephew was once put in custody of the state because the police were called when he was naked on the front lawn while my sister languished in a meth coma. bootstraps, right?
you don't fucking get how hard some people have it. i had it easy. i went to decent schools, i went to texas, and i have a decent job. a lot of that is due to hard work, but i got fucking lucky to have the job i've got. ask @staboner to whom i really owe everything. i just made an appeal and got a chance. i've taken advantage. but i also got lucky because my mom figured shit out. she and my dad raised me pretty well, i reckon.
but not everyone has that experience or that opportunity.
we earn our shit, but we also need the opportunity, and that's where the luck comes in.
my sister is dead because of choices she made. but she was also a product of a shitty dad who my mom had to decide to leave. and people are complicated, and sometimes that takes longer than it should.
your simple fucking view of life is why people vote republican or make fun of joe biden.
finish high school. my mom did that. but just that.
she also got pregnant before 25. regardless, she became a glass ceiling buster in the 80s in fucking dallas of all places. but still, there were ghosts.
i don't think she did drugs, but who are we to point fingers? we ruin people's lives for drugs, which is what happened to my sister. never got a real job after her time at gatesville. fuck you, dude. she was an addict, and people like you take glee in the ruination of their lives. "shouldn't have done that" with no fucking context.