Lali ho. I'm curious. A lot of tempers seem to have issues with their parents. Seems to be a lot of it cropping up in topics recently. So post your opinions on your family here. I'll get the ball rolling. Although given how much I detest my family the ball will be little more than a frozen sphere of dog turd. Mother. My mother is quite possibly the worst person I have ever encountered. She cares only for herself, put me through a living hell that cost me more than she'll ever know, she's basically ruined my life at every possible opportunity. She's scum. Her more notable exploits include stabbing me in the hand (to be fair the knife was thrown at my friend, I merely took the blow in a rather misguided attempt at bravery), spending two whole years drunk out of her skull and smashing the house up every night while I tried to revise for my GCSE's, and when I visited her to try to set things right before she left for Turkey she locked me out of the house in the freezing cold. So...yeah, she can go play with the traffic for all I care. Father. A living shrine to utter failure. He honestly believes that his life is filled with notable good works. He's in fact a complete nobody with no friends because he's so fundamentally unlikeable. Almost as selfish and deeply pathetic as my mother, his more notable exploits include constantly reminding me that he never wanted to have another kid, abandoning me when he just flat out couldn't be bothered to look after me any more when I was only 15, refusing to let me eat anything even though I pay the fucking bills, and making my life a total misery at every opportunity because he thinks he's inspiring me. In a way he is. He's inspiring me to cave his skull in with a shovel. Aunt Ahh, Aunty Liz. How I loathe the sound of your name. She's nothing but a daft old woman who thinks that everyone is 6 years old. She constantly called me by an infuriating nickname I will not repeat here right up until my best friend Amelia finally lost her temper, screamed hysterical abuse at her, slapped her and stormed off. Strangely I take Amelia's side on this one. The last time Liz visited she spent the entire two weeks bitching and moaning at everyone, calling my 15 year old niece a whore (to her fucking face, no less) just for wearing something other than an armoured cardigan, and generally being a total twat donkey. When she finally when home we were so thrilled to see her go that I put 'Ode to Joy' on the stereo at maximum volume as she was walking through the door. She's not been back since. Seems she finally got the message. Brothers Two, Chris and Simon. To be fair neither truly irritates me. Although Simon was once a professional chef so his quaint insistance on cooking the same meals every single sodding day does get on my nerves. As does his childish need for toy Daleks precluding him from paying me back what he owes me from Xmas. Get a sense of fucking priority, man. You're 37. Chris is a little football obsessed and having not seen him in over a year I've not had a chance to meet his newborn daughter yet, but aside from that he's fine. Sister My beloved sister Ceri. For reasons utterly beyond me we've always seen eye to eye. We don't cross paths very often as she's 14 years older than me, has two kids of her own, and lives about 300 miles away. But when we do cross paths we always get on amazingly well. She just gets me, for some reason. She's one of only a select few people in the known universe I can honestly say I care about. So that's my family in a nutshell. Mostly cunts. What about you lot? Do you hate your relatives? Or do you come from the generix happy family you see on TV?