Daddy Brent and his clean cut twin, uncle Troy. It’s just been daddy and I since mom left but when Troy left the army a few months ago he decided to move in with us for a while. They may look different but it didn’t take them long to discover a shared interest - me.
me after walking into the same room as my cool family member and making dying zombie noises for a while then giving him a fun fact: family bonding. Ok bye.
There’s *still* two feet of snow on the ground from the snow we got a month ago! Not to mention all the snow that’s fallen since. 3-4 inches fell *last night*! And now this?
Fuck you, winter.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yoooooooooooooo!
Had to put down my uncle last week. He’d always been a bit jumpy around other males but this time he bit some kid :/
deadass i asked my uncle why he dates fat woman when he’s so skinny and he told me “watermelon’s need a vine to grow” and just winked
my family is so goated
we opened a new package of markers and my sweet niece drew dinosaurs.. on the package!!!! SO CUTE!!!!!!
GUESS WHO’S GONNA BE A BUNCLE!!!! 🥳🎉 🍼
My best friend and his future wife (They are getting married THIS Friday) are pregnant and I can’t stop crying 😭
A heartbreaking story has captured social media attention as a lady revealed that her uncle is using the social media accounts of his late wife, sparking outrage and sympathy online.
The emotional revelation highlights the sensitive issues of digital inheritance, privacy, and respect for the deceased.
The Emotional Outcry
“Why is he using her accounts like she’s still here? This isn’t right,”…
There is an old saying that states you can choose your friends but you can’t choose your family.
Well, that is not necessarily true.
I have a large family.
Not my immediate family.
There were my mother and father, my sister, my brother, and me.
And, of course, multiple cousins on both sides of the family.
To me, that’s not anything out of the ordinary.
As we grew into adults, people fell in love, got married (doesn’t always work in the order, but I digress), and had kids.
And sometimes, even under the best circumstances, some got divorced.
After my divorce, my family life took a turn in a different direction (but in a good way).
Like a small crack on a windshield over time, the family lines began to fan out.
When I was a kid, you either spent time with your mother’s side of the family or your father’s. Never both at the same time (except for maybe weddings and funerals).
When I was married, we spent most holidays with my wife’s family.
When I was separated (eventually divorced), my brother-in-law (since deceased, RIP Marty) said now would be a good time to reconnect with my family.
My kids were young (eight, six, and four) when I separated from my wife, so that’s exactly what I did.
My family has big parties to celebrate events. Holidays, birthdays, any reason really to get everyone together for a barbecue or house party.
It was no longer mom’s side or dad’s side of the family; it was both sides of every family. Married and divorced couples, everyone was welcome.
My children assumed all the kids they played with were related to each other, but they were not.
Some were from one side of the family, some from the other side, but not the same family.
So it was somewhat of a surprise that, years later, a woman from my brother-in-law’s family started dating a man from my sister-in-law’s family.
“Wait,” my daughter asked me when she heard about it, “um, aren’t they related?”
At this point we could have used a crime board, with pictures tied together with red nylon string to denote who belongs to which family.
Just to be clear, the two people dating were not related.
That was one change to our dynamic we could live with, but it wasn’t the only one.
When my daughter Amanda was still a teenager, she became very close to one of her non-cousins, Heather. They had always been friends, but for some reason, one summer, they were inseparable.
At a family barbecue, when Heather saw Amanda, she yelled across the lawn, “Chousin!”
That stopped me in my tracks.
“What the hell is a chousin?” I asked Amanda.
“It’s a chosen cousin,” Amanda replied as she raced over to hug Heather.
That’s cute, I thought, until I made the horrific realization a few seconds later…
…that would make me a Chuncle.
So I guess they were wrong, you can actually choose your family after all.
i was at a small family thing and i met my uncle’s new girlfriend: famous drag queen Sasha Colby. my mom asked me to check with Sasha about something so i got her number from my uncle. then i was like, “holy shit, i have a direct line to Sasha Colby.”
WDYM I CANT GIVE A BODY HUG TO MY FAVOURITE UNCLE AND WRAP MYSELF AROUND HIM LIKE AN OCTOPUS CAUSE IM A GIRL AND HE A MAN
HE MY SECOND DAD WHYYYYYYYYYY
I deadass want to make him sign an adoption paper - im adopting him as my dad officially
I’m missing out on all the good years in their lives, I’ll cry about it later when I get home
