The one thing my family is not capable of and that is the word care, I do not know this word. I only found out what this meant when I found my husband and started my family. I still have my parents, but the way that they treat me is not the same way that they treat my half siblings. I mean Bob can do no wrong in my mom’s eyes, but yet I do something wrong and I get in trouble right then and there. I mean my mother’s son literally took a shit on the top of the center of the top of a police officer’s vehicle. To my mom it was nothing, just boys being boys, bullshit. I am also the traditional one and that has no meaning to them as well. The people that were supposed to be my family were just straight bullshit, because since I was 5 I have been on my own. At some point in my life I may have had a heart, but this so-called family turned me into a heartless, inconsiderate person, that will say that I have no soul. Yes I said “I have No Soul,” with this I can say that they treat me like I was adopted rather than birthed. 

My mom babies Bob, seriously he is the definition of a mama’s boy. I mean out of my mom’s kids I am the successful one and still get treated like shit. I mean I even pay they’re electricity and cell phones. I have never missed a payment and none of their stuff has been turned off. I mean Bob practically drank himself to death and I went to clean up his room that you could definitely say he was trying to drown in beer. I mean it was so bad that Bob was acting like he was a down syndrome person, but it was all the result of the alcohol he drank. He still tells his mom and his family that he does not drink, but the bottom line is that he does and with that I am still looked at as the bad one for drinking when I want to. I have more of a discipline to not drink like the rest of the family.

When all this shit went down, it’s like the whole family stopped everything that they were doing just to travel to the hospital that Bob was trying to recover in. I have literally been partially paralyzed, gone through years of seizures, body aches, chronic back pain, migraines, and even a broken ankle and no one was there for me except my husband and daughter. Not even  my parents really helped me, all they have done is made everything worse. They say that they care, but even now that I am pretty much bleeding to death in a much smaller case, with the lack of red blood cells, that I could always be rushed to the ER with low blood and then needing a transfusion. Starting in July I will have to undertake oil changes again and I know that this is painful in the beginning, so hopefully that count stays up. Overall the word CARE is not in either Walters, Nelson, Lopez, or Preston’s vocabulary. Overall they are all just retarded!!!!