Prompt #2 - Family [open]

Family. Now that’s a subject I really really hate talking about. Truthfully, there’s not a lot in my past that I do like to talk about. Some topics are more painful, more off limits than others. The only blood relation I claim as family is Griffen, my identical twin. Griff is everything to me, the one constant in my life that keeps me sane, well, relatively speaking. If I didn’t have him, I’d probably be dead by now. He needs me just as much as I need him. Dysfunctional? Hells yeah. Codependent? Disturbingly so.

The rest of the . . . I hesitate to call them people . . . that blood declares my ‘family’, fuck ‘em. The two award winning specimens I have to thank for my existence? I don’t exactly hate my mother, but I sure as hell don’t like the bitch either. She knew what was going on and the cunt ignored it all. No, I have no love for her. And the fucker who provided me with my y chromosome? Let’s just say that hate is one hell of an understatement and leave it at that. Everything he put me through . . . Fuck, I need a drink or five. Fucking asshole. This is exactly why I don’t talk about my family. The less I have to think about them, the better.

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