Dysfunctionality

Lately, things have gotten me thinking about my dysfunctional family. It all started when last Saturday I met for the first time my 1.5 year nephew. No, it's not because I'm the worst uncle ever. It's simply because my family goes beyond dysfunctionality. Let me give the short version of how we became so dysfunctional.
It all started with my father and his outta control libido. He got pregnat a country girl on vacations while he had a girlfriend in the city, after knocking her up, he came back running away from the imminent baby and refused to marry his baby's mother. Then, he married his girlfriend, I'm not completely sure if he also knocked her up after or before marrying her, but the point is that he became father of his second child before he was 20. When after a while, things got bad they got a divorce and my father started dating my mom. After a while, and before marrying my mom, he knocked the country woman again and, wait for it, his apology pretty much was: she made me do it. Yeah, some major douge, right? Ok, so my mother forgave him and he started a new life with her leaving his other three children behind and having three new ones, in the meantime, of course, he cheating on my mother as he pleased. So of course, my older brothers and I pretty much hate our father, who wouldn't?! And that's why I met my youngest nephew after so long. Of course there are other reasons, and longs stories that would explain how my sister and I no longer speak to each other (it even includes the possibility of me comitting a crime). 
Well, and there's also the fact that I'm gay and that's pretty much against the Bible, of which my direct family is so fond of. After being called a fag by my younger sister, I guess I knew the cat was totally outta the cage and it wasn't gonna be easy. I gotta sort things out soon: job, super senior year at school, my own place (almost there) and all that crap together. 
Damn, I hate this family... where do I get a new one?

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