Frikkin Crazy-A** Family

My sister's long lost (abandoned) 25 year old first son has finally made contact with me.

Thanks to the ultra lackluster response my nephew recieved from my drunken hag of a sister - he has turned to me for answers.

Now, those of you that know me are aware of how honest and blunt I can be. I'm not a fan of ass kissing or beating around the bush.

There is no NICE way to say "Your dad was an abusive hillbilly bootlegger and your mom took your sister and left you there so she wouldn't be killed."

Obviously, the life situation for my sister has degraded - we had a rough go of a childhood and she's never sought any treatment. Last time I spoke with her was on her 40th birthday. She drunk dialed me and I told her to go to therapy. Maybe she's consumed by guilt?

Let me be clear - my sense of charity for Terri started waning when she left her son - but when she cut off communication with my disabled mother, kicked her kids out to live with their fathers (she has four kids by three different men) and took off with some guy she'd met six week earlier - I called it quits. I've got lots of reasons to harbor serious disdain.

I'm waiting for her to call me and tell me what an ass I am for being honest about what she told our family 25 years ago when she left North Carolina.

Just in time for the holidays.

Woo.