Family Reunion

I came to a stark realization today.

I hate my family.

Not my parents, my parents are fine. By family I mean my aunt Deborah and my uncle Butch. (yes, his name is Butch.) Anyway. These two people are the most egotistical, money greedy people I have ever run across in my life, and and luck would have it, they're in my family. I'll prove my point.

My father and my aunt were adopted. They are brother and sister. In common practice, the son tends to get more of the inheritance because that's just old tradition. Now, I believe it should be at least be an even split, but my father did do quiet a great deal back when he was younger (he ran a farm with his dad, and that's not easy stuff to do) But not much can be said for my aunt, for she did next to nothing growing up. Anyway. My aunt has opening made this statement to my father...

"I wish you weren't adopted so that my husband could get everything you're going to get."

What. The. Fuck? How can people be so blindly guided by greed? It's very sad to me. But oh well, people are going to do whatever they want, regardless of what others think of them.