Everyone would want the best for each other and, yeah there was gonna be a little bit of fighting, but in the end family members would be there for one another. My mom 's family makes that image come to life; we don 't visit them that often, but when we do they are outstanding. My dad 's family, however, is a whole different story. His mom and two of his three brothers live in Lubbock with us. His third brother lives in Arkansas and I do not know much about him. I have always had problems with one of my dad 's younger brothers, specifically his daughter, my cousin. I am not sure what it was, but she has always had something against me. When I was around her she just made little jabs here and there that stung exactly how she wanted them too, without anyone but us knowing what had happened. When I was twelve, she wrote the longest email I have ever seen to my mother. The original reason she wrote it was that she made enchiladas, and I did not like Mexican food so I didn 't want to eat. It went way beyond that. She talked about into every single occurrence in me that she was not okay with. My mom spent at least an hour reading and replying to it. My mom and even Seth were beyond mad about it, but no one else in my family even acknowledged that it happened. My own cousin hates me for a reason no one knows, and the rest of my family could not care less. When my parents split up, the whole family was worse. We all knew the …show more content…
I am no victim, rather a product of my environment. My obstacles have affected in a hugely positive way. I have taken the way individuals around me have behaved and I have seen exactly who I do not want to be. I still work at it, and I still live in the middle of one of these obstacles, but I learn from it every day. I will be out of this negative and draining environment soon enough, and I will start my adult life knowing how to stand up for myself and not letting anyone walk all over me. More importantly, I have figured out how to brush off the irrelevant words people say. What people say and think about me does not matter in the slightest; someone saying something about me does not automatically make it true. The only person whose opinion matters is mine. The environment I have grown up in is not something I would want for someone else, but I am thankful for the way it has shaped me. I look forward to starting fresh with a newly developed confidence and sense of