2009-10-06, 12:55 AM
Hmm, let's see.
My father's family was apparently very wealthy in the Philippines because my paternal grandfather worked for the US Embassy and got paid in American dollars. They were the shit, had a huge house, a nice car, etc. etc. My aunties and uncles grew up to be selfish, conceited, materialistic assholes. Apparently, my grandpa sexually abused one of my aunties when she was like five years old (runs in the family, I guess?) and today she is psychologically unwell (doesn't ever speak, sleeps on the floor like a dog, shivers uncontrollably) and almost all of my family on my father's side is living in poverty since they moved to the United States because they were spoiled as shit and never learned to work for anything of their own. OH! And one of my aunties on my dad's side threatened my mother with murder when my dad went to jail. Why, I don't know, I swear to God all of my dad's side of the family is psychotic, selfish, and generally fucked up.
My maternal grandparents grew up in poverty in the Philippines. My grandfather was a man's man; he was a carpenter, a mechanic, and started smoking when he was twelve years old. He and my grandma raised a family of seven children, taught them the value of hard work and following your dreams, managed to send them all to college, move to the States, and watch their children become successful and raise families of their own. My grandmother, though she has never had a "real" job of her own, is the strongest, most hardworking woman I know, and I love her to pieces. She lost her mother when she was two years old, grew up with very little education, and still managed to become an awesome mother and grandmother herself. Every day she greets me from work/school by offering food, in that traditional Filipino hospitality. She turns 97 in two weeks.
tl;dr - My dad's family is a bunch of selfish, child molesting assholes, and my mother's family is made of hard work and awesome.
My father's family was apparently very wealthy in the Philippines because my paternal grandfather worked for the US Embassy and got paid in American dollars. They were the shit, had a huge house, a nice car, etc. etc. My aunties and uncles grew up to be selfish, conceited, materialistic assholes. Apparently, my grandpa sexually abused one of my aunties when she was like five years old (runs in the family, I guess?) and today she is psychologically unwell (doesn't ever speak, sleeps on the floor like a dog, shivers uncontrollably) and almost all of my family on my father's side is living in poverty since they moved to the United States because they were spoiled as shit and never learned to work for anything of their own. OH! And one of my aunties on my dad's side threatened my mother with murder when my dad went to jail. Why, I don't know, I swear to God all of my dad's side of the family is psychotic, selfish, and generally fucked up.
My maternal grandparents grew up in poverty in the Philippines. My grandfather was a man's man; he was a carpenter, a mechanic, and started smoking when he was twelve years old. He and my grandma raised a family of seven children, taught them the value of hard work and following your dreams, managed to send them all to college, move to the States, and watch their children become successful and raise families of their own. My grandmother, though she has never had a "real" job of her own, is the strongest, most hardworking woman I know, and I love her to pieces. She lost her mother when she was two years old, grew up with very little education, and still managed to become an awesome mother and grandmother herself. Every day she greets me from work/school by offering food, in that traditional Filipino hospitality. She turns 97 in two weeks.
tl;dr - My dad's family is a bunch of selfish, child molesting assholes, and my mother's family is made of hard work and awesome.