The nuclear family doesn't work. It's very destructive; it grew out of selfishness.
Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand.
If you grew up in a dysfunctional family, then there is really no hope for you to have a good relationship. That is another myth that we have to throw off, so that we can get into what I call Reality.
I can't have my family in my life because they are abusive, and I don't have control over that. There is an abusive culture in my family, and I have to turn away from it.
My father was a monster. A monster! I cut with my family when I was 23 and I never see them again.
That’s family for you. Can’t live with them, can’t murder them.
Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die.
Families can be the most detrimental things to have in your life. They are sometimes the most poisonous relationships that people have. Sometimes family is the thing that keeps you from ever achieving what you want to achieve, and yet people hold it and hold it and grab it and try to fix it and twist it and turn it.
Family are the people that can hurt you the most.
Hater n-ggas marry hater b-tches and have hater kids.
You think we're a family,' Cody said, turning back. 'You think we're some jolly, situation-comedy family when we're in particles, torn apart, torn all over the place, and our mother was a witch.
Pick a dysfunction and it's a family problem.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
The people I work with are like family. I don't mean this in a nice way.
What I did find out because I grew up with a lot of chaos early on: sometimes, you're born into a family, and their norm is already in your red zone of dangerous feeling or feeling too chaotic. You don't get to really do anything about that when you're a kid.
Mary Trump's 'Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World's Most Dangerous Man' tells a remarkable story, the broad strokes of which many already knew. Mary Trump offers a tale of what she calls 'malignant' family dysfunction, and how it produced a malignantly dysfunctional president.
Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness
My father once said, 'If you're in the desert and you're dying of thirst, are you going to drink a glass of blood or are you going to drink a glass of water?' I think what he was trying to say, interesting coming from my blood father, is sometimes there are people in your family that can be toxic.
Every family is dysfunctional.
There are certain families whose members should all live in different towns - different states, if possible - and write each other letters once a year.
I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all. Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live nor the smallest instinct about when to die.
Family . . . the home of all social evil, a charitable institution for comfortable women, an anchorage for house-fathers, and a hell for children.
What distinguished my life from my brother's is that my mother didn't like me. When I became a woman, I seemed to repel her.
I grew up in a culturally radical home, where strong emotions were forbidden.
My relationship with my father is pretty non-existent.
