I'm so tired of everyone in my family and some of my friends.

I need to rant and get it off of my chest but I haven't had the chance to sit down and get it out.



Rant #1:

My fucking family is a bunch of losers. My parents are broke, my brother is broke, my grandmother's wrist is broke.

When I was growing up I always wondered why my family never BOUGHT a house instead of renting and making us move every 4-7 years. Well, when I got older I realized that it was because they never had enough money, and that their credit was shit, and that they couldn't save a dime if their life depended on it. When they moved to Florida when I was 18, I decided to stay in Chicago with my friends. It was better for me to have a break from my crazy neurotic family anyways. So they moved, and I thought that they were "Fixing their problems" as my dad had put it.

Here we are, 7 years later, and they haven't fixed anything, they have dug themselves deeper in debt, mainly due to my father being sick last year with stomach cancer. I thought me giving them some money, since I had it, would help. Did it help?? No. Of course not. I talked to my dad and he said that he and mom have just enough to pay the bills, the rent, and put food on the table, that sometimes they have to borrow to get gas in their car. When we went there for Christmas, all of our gifts were very cheap gifts, like ashtrays and flashlights and laterns, stuff I could pick up at the dollar store. My mother's excuse was that "Dad did the shopping this year" I told her that we didn't care, that it was the thought that counts.

Then I relalized that my father had no money for Christmas. Then I also found out that they have been borrowing money from my father's friends and family to make ends meet. THEN I found out that they STILL don't have health insurance. My father is 54 and my mother is 51 and they have no health insurance. Dad does freelance ad work, and mom is a waitress, so neither of their jobs would offer them insurance ... and they can't afford it on their own.

Not to mention that dad had stomach cancer and almost died last march, but thanks to the laws of the hospitals and such, they saved his life and he was in there for 30 days. When he got out he had an 80,000 total to pay. After submitting it to Medicaid and trying to get help, he still owes only a fraction, yet thousands of dollars for this.

And he's not had a steady job in years, they have nothing saved and no health insurance and only own their broken down cars.

It pisses me off. They are nice people and they don't deserve this kind of life, and I know it's REALLY TRULY their own faults for poor money management when they were young, but that doesn't mean they should have to live like this. They are just hurting. I want to help them, I want to pay for their health insurance at least, but I can't afford it myself, being a newlywed and a homeowner, I don't have money to help them ... So I brought it up to D and he said "It's not your problem" and that really bothered me. I want to help them and see them happy more than anything in the world. And after telling Darren these stories of my family time and again, he still had the balls to ask me when they were going to pay me back for the hotel room we paid for them to stay in at our wedding.

Well I knew when I paid for it that I wouldn't be seeing that money. I know that they don't pay me back, i don't really expect it. Believe me, I know that they are hurting. I wish I could do more.

THen there's my brother, what a peach he is. I love him, but he's such a little asshole shithead that I wish I could beat sense into him. He's been in three jobs in the past year, fired from all three, due to his lack of common sense and willingness to work. He's 20 years old, lives at home with mommy and daddy, takes their pennies, takes advantage, gives nothing to the household and then to top it off, he does drugs till 4am and doesn't call to say he'll be late, so dad waits up for him because he's scared he's dead something.

Then there's grandma, who fell a few weeks before my wedding and broke her arm. She's still in a cast, and because she's had a stroke, her right side of her body doesn't work very well. Her left arms broken. So she can't eat, or walk, or crap by herself. So SHE moved in with mom and dad.

4 broke asses, living in a house, miserable as hell, and I can't do anything to help them.