“Abnormal or unhealthy interpersonal behavior or interaction within a group.”

My family.

It continually blows me away how incredibly dysfunctional my family is. Like seriously? How the hell did I grow up in that? How can a human being be so inconsistent, so incredibly and recklessly selfish, so utterly retarded in their cognitive reasoning, and lacking in their ability to to provide a safe home that they fall into the category of my family? 

I wish I could write it off. I wish I could get pissed and tell them all to go fuck off. That’s basically what they have done my whole life, in one fashion or another. But I can’t. They are my family and I love them. So instead of getting mad, instead of being able to walk away, I crumble beneath the weight of this avalanche. I get trapped in this cyclone of incomprehensible bullshit as a tsunami pounds the very foundation with which I am rooted.

I’m at a loss. I am so different, but still so closely connected. I don’t have an answer. I have suggestions, but the thing about my family is that most suggestions are taken as insults to character, and thus fall on deaf ears. So, I guess I take a deep breath, and try to land a different plane.