I have a brother.
http://www.chickswithguns.net/nemo/pics/family/felix_old.jpg
This is Felix.
Felix is not, as you may guess, my biological brother. His mother was adopted from Colombia when she was very little. She grew up with adoptive (shitty) parents.
Felix's mother was a heavy drug user up until a few years ago. As far as i know, she now sticks to weed, but on the other hand, i dont know jack shit.
Felix father is Swedish, and has done quite some time inside. He was also a former heavy drug user and criminal to that. Fine now, though.
Around 1992 my mother worked in a orphinage (not really, more for kids whose parents couldn't take care of them). One time, she brought home Felix. This was 93, he was 2 years old at the time.
Today Felix is 12. His real mother has kidnapped him once, she constantly calls him crying and whining and putting her responsibility and grief on him. She gets to see him twice/year. On several of these occasions, she has run off to smoke pot, and then come back. She also spent the 100 000 USD she inherited when she was 25 in a few weeks (both Felix's parents are in their early thirtees now. His dad is quite alright, though.)
Felix is very sensitive, yet is somehow extremely shallow (when it comes to clothing and such) and has an amazing socializing capability. He has big-ass trouble in school, not because he lacks talent, because he cant focus and concentrate on this.
So, school is a big pain for him, especially since he goes to the somewhat upper-crust snobby school (with the greatest education one can get) that I did. He is very mal-placed, especially since we are by no means rich.
So Felix has to put up with the fact that not only is school and puberty painful, he also feels he does not belong in our family, and that his rights to be here and be loved can be taken away any minute (his mother is constantly trying to claim him back). Some year ago his mother spotted a bruise he had gotten from a fight with me (might add that he mighty strong and everything but easy to fight). The abuse charges towards me are still pending, and I have yet to find out if there will be a hearing of some kind.
From around six years ago till now our family life has been a joke, and so has my parent's marriage. My mother has always been threatening me with "im gonna move out you know" bullshit since i was 13. But now, apparently my father has been looking for a place of his own. This means its serious. They're splitting up.
I couldnt care less about myself, ill manage. I always do. But Felix. Jesus fuck, Felix.
Yeah, emo lol emo.