Introduction

I'm not so sure how to start this...

I'm turning 23 tomorrow. In the last 23 years I don't think I've accomplished much. I'm still living at home, with my mom, my younger brother, and my older brother (who only lives with us on the weekends). I also have a boyfriend, who I love more than anything.

I'm overweight, but I'm getting a gastric bypass. I'm currently in college again, this time getting my bachelors in something completely different than when I have my AOS in. I'm usually pretty depressed, but I don't know why, that's what all the medications are for.

I'm a liar. I don't lie to everyone. Mostly my family, to keep them off my back. I don't lie because there is something in me that gets off on it or anything, I lie because the truth is to hard to explain, especially if your mom is as crazy as mine.

I know everyone thinks that there parents/family is crazy, but mine really is.

My dad is a ex-cop, wanna be soldier, retired teacher, self proclaimed photographer, who specializes in deguerrotypes, and is a gun/machine gun collector/dealer.

My mom has what I like to call, "single mother syndrome." She is obsessed with money, and is constantly living in self inflicted poverty even though she's a lawyer. She spends her days buying and selling high-end hand bags and shoes on e-bay, or talking about high-end hand bags and shoes. Well, that is, when she's not driving me or my siblings insane.

My older brother lives in New York during the week, and comes home on the weekends. He is a self proclaimed genious/know-it-all. He'll be happy to explain to anyone how to fix their lives, but can't get out of debt, he's older than I am, and is still living at home.

My little brother is sort of a college drop out. He went away for his first year of college, bombed, really badly. Then no one would pay for him to go back. He's working part time and going to community college (only because it's free, not because he works hard).

My older sister is a saint. There is no real other way to put it. She deserves all the best things in life. She is technically only my half sister from my mom's first marriage. She has a husband (captain douche-bag) and a beautiful daughter (she looks like I did when I was little). She also takes care of the little man I call my nephew. He's actually my cousin's bastard child that she can't take care of because she's out stripping, or doing drugs, or maybe she's back in prison, I'm not sure. Regardless, he's a little hard to handle sometimes, but she does a great job with him.

There is also my various alcholic/drug addict/failure cousins/aunts/uncles. They all come into the mix in their own time.

The reasons listed are not the reasons that I think my family is crazy. It's the things they do, but I guess that will unfold as time goes by. That's enough for now.