What's a "family tree?"

You know, I just realized, I have a really funked up family situation tree thing.
(Okay, I didn't just realize that but it just really hit me all of a sudden how weird it really is..)

Ever since I was younger, really the only family I've known has been my mother, my sister and my father.
When I was younger everyone would always have big parties with aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc. etc.
And I would wonder why I almost never saw any of my uncles, aunts, etc. etc.
Of course now that I'm older and I think back to all the times when I did see the rest of my family besides the fantastic four.
I realize most of the time they weren't very pleasant events.

We lived in TX since I was born (so born in raised in TX...mostly.)
Because when I was six, right after my sister was born, we moved to my father's hometown in North Carolina.
I of course was ecstatic about the move and seeing a new place, being six I had no idea that the drive to North Carolina would be so long and incredibly uneventful.
Besides seeing new cities, we mostly just drove down the highway/interstate so it wasn't an amazing drive.
The only thing that was actually memorable from that long ass drive is I remember seeing a glass pyramid thing. I'm not sure what state or city it was in but that's the only thing from that drive that's stuck with me through the years.
The glass was dark and was reflecting the sun and I was fascinated by it.

But once we got to North Carolina and got settled, (what happened once we got there is an interesting story for later maybe) but we met my father's mother and his youngest brother.
Now I've always been shy meeting new people and my Uncle for some reason terrified me.
And so did my grandmother.
I didn't get to know her that well because she and my mother didn't get along and she didn't get along very well with her own son, my father.

She also decided that since I looked just like my mother that I was just an annoyance, but my sister who was only a few months and had my father's blue eyes, was what my grandmother decided she'd focus her attention on when we ever went to see her.
I don't remember visiting my uncle very much and I never saw my mother's side of the family while we lived in North Carolina.
But the day before my 9th birthday we moved back to TX.

And we moved into the house next to my other uncle, the middle child.
(If you haven't figured it out yet, my father is the oldest of three children.)

He was my favorite uncle at the time since I hadn't really met any of my other family.
Then we got into contact with my mother's father.
(My mother's got a very complicated family story)

He and my step-grandmother we saw just a few times, until we really started going to the family gatherings. Where my mother's grandmother and her children and their children got together.
I've always felt out of place in those family meetings, yes people are nice but since I didn't grow up around them they act like I'm just a tolerated person normally.

My sister of course who's still quite young is loved by all, so through the years they've watched her grow up.
And me I just still didn't fit in with them.
There's a six year difference between my sister and I.

When I was younger I stopped getting my hopes up about family, because they don't really treat us like family.
They treat my mother quite well since she was with them some of the time through her life and now she's just an out going, crazy woman. So she pretty much fits in, and my sister is very out going to.
But with a lot of shit I've been through I'm normally not very out going.
So I guess it's my own fault that I'm reserved towards these people, but I can't help but wish they'd tried a little bit harder to get to know me.

But since I've gotten older I've realized that I'm never going to fit in with them.
They all dye their hair blonde and act like wannabe Barbies who act high and mighty.
My uncles are just weird.
So me being my I'll be who I want to be and not molding myself to fit their expectations, am the odd one out.
And honestly, I think I'm happy to stay that way.
I'd rather be loved for my crazy self than a fake bitch just trying to fit in.

Now I'd explain more about the half brothers and sister I apparently have, but I think this post is long enough...
Sooo....

-Victoria