24?! Really?! Fucking REALLY?! He sounded like a selfish retarded six your old from what you're describing. At 24, I was stuck in my parents house, working 24/7 to be able to get myself out and have a chance at life. Bet this fucking cousin doesn't even work or go to school or anything.

I understand hating relatives. My cousins and siblings were spoiled fucking rotten. As I mentioned in the previous paragraph, my 20s were spent working harder than I should have, to even have a chance at life. My spoiled relatives are all unhappy adults now. Meaning, the cousins who had everything, who everyone enabled at every turn and thought would set the world on fire. They're unhappy, bitter, dull ass adults who choose to fixate on their long gone childhoods. They resent people and the world because the world isn't kissing their ass like it was supposed to for them. My siblings don't even hold jobs.

Be glad you aren't like the assholes. It used to fucking hurt. Seeing how the grandparents treated my cousins like kids, and me like I was some anti-social weirdo. Now, I am not in contact with any of them, and can honestly say that I've done more with my life than any of those fucks ever will. All because I chisled out stability for myself, don't take it for granted, and don't spend every free second watching sitcoms and eating junk food. Also don't tell exaggerated accounts of my childhood like it's still happening.

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anonymous 8 hours ago

One more before I go. I had a aunt who spoiled the fuck out of their hyperactive little brat who was my cousin. There was a get together where I was in the kitchen. There was food. The bitch aunt had her purse out. It was just there in the room, along with everything else. I didn't even notice it, nor would I have ever fucking touched it. Bitch was talking to my dad and was about to walk out of the room, went out of her way to grab the purse like I was going to steal from her.

That still fucking pisses me off. It'd have been different if I was that kind of kid. I was a troublemaker. Instead I was a timid, quiet, overly passive little boy who was used to being trampled by everyone and having no voice/being made to feel like a burden. I wasn't the loud, impulsive, hyperactive, rude, ungrateful, spoiled little fuck that her son was.

Now, that aunt is living a miserable life that she resents because she didn't become a multitrillionaire and fucks losers. The cousin is some out of shape man child who acts like he's the only one who grew up with Dreamworks movies and Playstation 2 and remembers Snickers Ice Cream bars.

And I get to sit in my life where I don't have contact with most "family." I'm grateful for my job. I don't live off of fast food. I'm just now starting to put myself first and go on little trips to places or buy little trinkets I might want that growing up I never would have had the money for. I'm grateful. Life turned out different than everyone expected for me, but in a positive direction. I was supposed to be the criminal, while the actual bad acting fuckups were supposed to become successful. My, how the tables have turned.

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anonymous 7 hours ago