Title says it all.

My family is so difunctional and it is very large too.

I haven't spoken to my mother in almost 10 years now. She is an addict, I won't say recovered or recovering because no matter how much she may say she is, I can guarantee she isn't because she has lied about it several times in the past.

My father was the parent that was the constant in my life. I lived with my mother until I was 6, when she was really deep into her addiction. My father took me in and with the help of my grandparents, his parents, I was able to get to and from school and have a life. After a couple years, he met my stepmother on an online chat group in the AOL heydays. When she was around or we were around her, I was happy, until they got married and he moved us to live with her in her home state.

I was struggling with the move. We moved a couple states away, about 6 hours from family. It was hard. I wasn't the best in school for this and I only had one friend at the time. She said some remarks about my learning abilities or lack thereof in a very mean spirited kind of way. Instead of sticking up for me, he moved me back to my home state to live with my aunt for a few years. Things were much better then. I was able to see family again, I made a bunch of new friends, I was just happier.

I used to spend summer with him and my stepmom while living with my aunt. In the summer between 7th and 8th grade, he decided to move me back in with him again. He told me this as we were about halfway there on our way down. This started a series of declining events that lead to me despising my stepmother and the start of having a bad relationship with him that continued/continues more than a decade after moving out after graduating.

Because of knowing she was the reason why I had to move back home from my dads earlier, I never wanted anything to do with her. She would get on my nerves in the easiest way and I would rebuke pretty easily. This led to me being grounded by her for quite some time, a little over two years. Everytime I was getting close to being ungrounded, she would say or do something that would trigger me and I would have a week or two added continuously. My father never stepped in.

During this time, I joined alot of after school activities to just try having him acknowledge me. I joined the chorus group, was in plays and joined the swim team. He only ever came to one swim meet but left before I was even up. He didn't even come to the final competition where I got a bronze medal.

He now has 2 more kids with her. One born while I was a freshman and the other was born less than a month before I graduated high school, which he didn't even attend either. I even gave up my room so that they each could have their own. I moved out less than a month later and moved back to my home state a couple months after that. I can count on maybe two hands the number of times I have seen him or my brothers since I moved out 13 almost 14 years later.