This year I dismissed my family as impossible. Only I can do anything

about changing the way I feel and i don't feel right around them. I know they are not evil but they are strange, bizzarely so. I know that there is mental illness there but i still don't want to be around them.

My older brother is the perfect Nazi. He would have loved being in charge of a concentration camp. My eldest sister would have fit right in. ...Her voice was like Betty Davis' I hated her whip...

Funny. She can be charming one minute and screaming like a fugger the next. Brother is the same way. Just like my mom. Especially around the holidays.  Ever seen a turkey in a perfect spiral going from oven and heading over the table?  Too low mom, I would say, It's coming in for a landing! And everyone in a panic jumping up and heading outside. Sure enough, a perfect, three point landing. Right in the gravy bowl.  My little brothers sniggering from the other room...My evil brother was a sprinter but no match for my dad, who caught him cold by the chicken neck after my brother called him a name. My brother slammed the screen door in dads face on the way out. My dad didn't bother to open the screen, he just lifted it up, off its hinges and went on through. He had been an infantryman at the Battle of the Bulge, was made an MP,(military police) and would take no BS from anyone.

When My brother divorced, I was afraid for his ex-wife. He had a dark

aura around his upper body and head. he loved authority, though and became one in the Naval reserve. What a strutting poppinjay. All puff .