I've found that your relationship with both your parents drastically changes when you move out of their house and into your own.....they treat you totally different even tho not that much has really changed.....

Thats been my experience atleast....

man you've got it good, i have five older sisters and an older brother, and if i would have hit one of them i would have gotten the shit beat out of me! i'm not lying, my sisters stuck together, and if you messed with one you messed with them all. real country girls.

i got mad at my bro once and kicked him in the balls. i laughed because he is a pussy. my parents are dumb. i sometimes feel like i'm the parent which is a real pain in the ass. well, they're both from asia and my dad is frist born...which means that he can be a complete ass because everyone always listened to him and all that nice junk. he'll ask me to do the stupidest things...like give him the remote when he's sitting right next to it, or to turn on the light, and other random things. parents are weird...but i guess i'm sorta glad that i have really dumb parents because i know what not to do. i'm just waiting for the day i have enough money to move out and never come back. Well, i hope that life at home gets better!

when i went to japan, i was thinking Japanese food= noodles, sushi, rice, soy sauce, ect ect.... but no...mayo was everywhere. i had a sandwich...there was a pocket of mayo in the center, like a freakin mayo surprise! i had a taco...it was swimming in mayo. i didn't know how much those japs loved their mayo. i was eating pizza. ohh...that's right. i thought it was extra cheese piped on...but no...it was mayo. mayo on pizza...THEY"VE GONE TOO FAR!! since then, i can only tolerate only a little bit of mayo in tuna sandwiches, macaroni salads, and if it's mixed in with something (ie. ketchup, roasted tomato, ect ect)

so george is MD's family relation?

2 and 2 together....

probably butt in a lot because they want to nkow more about u. perhaps they feel like u dont talk to them as much as theyd like

i know, thats how i am. i dont, and never have, told my parents shit. its kinda funny actually, but then its normal to me. Then all of a sudden then ask these strange questions that are so obvious to me, and i forget 'wait. these fools are totally clueless DUH'

so i guess it sucks to wonder but hey if thats how i am then what can i do? im very mysterious.....

no

ill tell u what to do grab a bar of soap and put it in a sock then tie the sock at the end then go to your borther or sisters room when there alseep and beat the ling crap out of them with it and it works cause i know.......my borther pissed me off and he never annoied me again:D

When you get older you will thank the Gods that your parents got involved with what was going on in your life, I wish mine had, my dad died when I was 5, the SOB had problems and had to go find himself so he abandoned me and my mother. He got killed in a car crash along with the 18 year old girl that was in the car with him. My mom, well she had her career to deal with so she didnt have much time to be a mom. I am I bitter, Hell yeah going on 35 years of it too. Figured out in my mid twenties why I was so angry all the time, parents didnt give a shit.

On the brighter side I left home at 17 and raised myself pretty well and have 2 great kids of my own and will never do to them what was done to me. I dont forgive and I dont forget, and until my mother apologizes to me for being a shitty parent I wont forgive.

About fights with siblings, my half sis and I never really got in any physical fights, we are 7 years apart and I was gone long before that shit would of happened. But when I was 13 and my cousin was 11 we got into it good. We were playing pirates in the back yard at his house, digging a hole to bury treasure. He had a rounded digging shovel and I had a flat blade one that isnt really for digging just scooping shit up. Lets just say that I accidently clocked him in the head with the business end of the shovel and split his frickin head open. He runs around the house screaming for his dad, who I know was going to kick my ass, and I chased him with the shovel and told him that if he told his dad I was going to hit him again.

Eleven stiches later and one hell of a beating by my uncle we were back out there digging the hole again, but I had the rounded shovel this time.

im sry, and ur right im glad my dad cares but it get to be too much at times. i never have a minute to myself. just for one minute i'd like to have quite!

and for everyone else i cant beat the crap out of my brother because he's bigger than me,sure he's dummerer, but he's a big dude who doesnt take crap rrom anyone. and besides physical pain is too good for him, i like the mental pain better. it sits in your head and stirs for a while.

oh and dont get me wrong on my dad or anything because he's one of the greatest parents anyone could want (i'll rent him out 50 buks a night) but he get in the bad vortex moods and sux everyone in. and thats when i get very cross with him. but then i naturally try to make everyine happy again, and succeed, andby doing something dumb like running into something or getting hurt. pain make people laugh i guess. i think its the fact that someone is suffering for a short term thats funny???? i dunno. but my point is he's not always the giant ass he can be, he can be a pretty cool person, especially when he can stand the music i listen too. (casualties, a7x, opeth,ect)

i guess thats all for now!