Isn't it weird two children from the same household, choose such different paths.
allow me to tell you about my siblings...same parents, five different paths, in order by age...oldest to youngest
oldest: - always the jock, dad's favorite, got whatever he wanted. smoked, smoked pot, a bit conceited. married twice, two kids, now lives in New England, and doesn't care to talk to anyone but those whom he can benefit from (usually $$). Last time he called my mother I answered and he asked "is your mother home". Yeah, swell brother, eh?
me: - had to raise three younger siblings while a teen, didn't get my license until I was almost 17, borrowed family car once. never did drugs, never smoked, ran away from home at 17, hitchhiked cross country, always self-sufficient, always employed, never married (no one likes me that much!
), very independent and although open about my past I hardly let anyone in close to me. used to be angry about family, now I just don't care!
good friends would do anything for me, but there are only a few.
brother: - into drugs, drinks heavily, severe anger issues, violent temper, can't maintain a job, gets in fights with co-workers, uses people for whatever he can get, married for money - divorced for cash (went through $65k in less than two years), one child, shares custody so he won't have to pay child support, always the victim, his friends trust me more than they trust him
youngest brother: - a real teddy bear when you meet him, but insecure at times, anger issues, destructive temper, never smoked, never did drugs, never drank alcohol, third marriage, one child, always broke, priorities out of whack when it comes to responsibilities. another victim, hates when people don't bend over backwards for him.
sister: - divorced, three kids, smokes, responsible but a little bit angry at times, has almost always been in the public servant profession: now a cop, was a paramedic, fireman, security guard at the Capitol building, etc.
We all have the same parents, and not to paint myself as such a great person, but I've become the black sheep by being low maintenance, independent and responsible. Like mom once told me: the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Father is a violent jerk, mother chose her boyfriend (boss) over her own kids when my parents divorced. When you look up dysfunctional in the dictionary, they have our family tree as a reference.
