House of Cards

I'll be the first to admit it. I'm white trash. My brother sent me a picture tonight of my stepbrother's new FaceBook profile picture. He's smoking a cigarette and giving the finger to a cop car. Seeing that, I'm honestly ashamed of where I come from. 

Half of my family is in a crazy cult, the rest of them refuse to look life in the eye and deal with reality. And they side with the wrong kid. That's right, I said it. 

I love my family. They've always been a house of cards though. The foundation could use some work. I imagine a lot of families are like that. 

I told you I volunteered for this mental health week stuff. Someday soon, I get to get up in front of over 100 of my colleagues and talk about how all this shit made me want to end it all. I do and I don't know how I got here. 

My girlfriend, her parents haven't really talked to her in almost a decade. Fun story: they sold her piano, that her grandpa bought her. And kept the money. Today, out of the blue, the JWs who bought the piano contact her (even though apparently it's a sin to talk to us disfellowshipped people) and offer to sell her back her own piano, at a deal - just what they paid for it. Not what they think it's really worth. It's her fucking piano. 

ARE YOU GUYS INSANE? Seriously. Truth? You believe talking to us is a sin. You won't make it through Armageddon. She misses you, and I do too. Y'all were my second set of parents. The ones who kept me grounded through my crazy life growing up. But lying is also a sin in your books. Pretending you don't shun your only daughter to your family? I hate to point it out, but you're going down at "Armageddon" either way. We'll see you on the other side - one big, dysfunctional, dead family :)

My dad sent me this picture the other day. Gawd, did I think back then things could get worse than what they were? I don't think so. I still try to believe that.