Phlegmatically Charged

Two kids in my class got arrested today for shoplifting. It was weird. I mean, they're both jerks (to me at least) so I didn't expect to care. I don't think I do either. For them, I mean. 
But seeing cops, it was freaky. I practically broke down in tears, only  i controlled myself. I always do, don't I?
You know what I think it is? Cops have always been there in the big traumatic scenes of my life-my mom getting arrested, my mom trying to break down my grandparents'  door, my mom throwing things at my dad...huh. what a connection. seems like my mom's always there too.
Anyways...it was ironic. Because just before I saw the cops drag Jerk One into the school me and my friend O were talking about our lives and stuff. You know. not depressing. Just the truth. the past. It's amazing what people keep secret. They're always the last people you'd expect...
O suggested I go see a shrink like she does.
Maybe I will. MAybe.

Ok, so here's the deal. I live with my aunt, my uncle and my two younger male cousins as well as my younger brother. That's in a fancy (compared to where I USED to live) upper middle-class neighbourhood house. Five bedrooms, a sauna, a backyard, you know-the works. It's not as all cracked up as it's supposed to be. Boring would be a good word. But that's suburbia for you. Half these kids have never been to a store to buy milk or a candy bar.
On the weekends, however, I live at my grandparents' apartment. It's a three bedroom condo thingy in the other end of the city. Boring. Everytime I get out of there I smell like a greasy spoon diner. But my grandparents are awesome and my great-grandma too. Although she's constantly trying to feed me really greasy food (potatoes drenched in oil, for example) which is probably one of the reasons why I gained 30 pounds in a year. That and the fact that all I do is go on the computer/tv when I'm here.
So who lives at the condo?
Okay, here's the list.
Grandma
Grandpa
Great-Grandma
Uncle
Dad
*Me
*Brother
**Great-Great Aunt
Now, don't get me wrong. I enjoy being around these people because their very kind and loving etc etc. and I swear to God it makes me feel so bad when I think about how horrid is for them and it's all my bitch of a mother's fault. (I'll be getting to that later).
My dad still lives in because he quit his job in the other end of the world to come Here because my mother (once again) screwed the family over.
It's funny. That bitch divorced my dad when I was nine without telling anybody but nobody figured it out until just reccently. And even then she's been scamming money out of the Family. Isn't there like a law against that? And even funnier so (ok, not funny) she still somehow manages to screw everyone over even though she divorced my dad, was disowned by me and my brother and her own siblings and all this other shit.
Wanna know what happened?
Ok, so to start it off, we'll go to the relationship between my mom, her brother and her sister.
Mom threatens to kill her brother's wife. Gets cutt off of the family tree in a sense.
Mom totally freaks out her sister by being her usual overwhelming psychopathic self. Sister call over the phone so that Mom doesn't have a grudge but pretends that she's always busy so that she doesn't have to fly across the world to visit. Good thinking on her part.
Next we have the Mom-Dad relationship.
Ok, this one's a bit hard.
Dad visits home country (immigrated at the age of nine).
Meets Mom.
Mom's super nice (dad says now that he thinks about it she was TOO nice)
Goes out for the rest of his stay with Mom.
Comes back.
For two years She continues to write lettters to him. Serious attachment issues are starting to be seen here.
Ok, so dad (who is a total push over, sorry to say) feels to bad to let HEr down.
Blah blah blah, he marries her at the age of 27? Something like that.
Few years later I pop up.
A year later it's my bro.
By the time I am four it's totally clear this woman is insane. She's threatened to murder me and my bro as well as herself quite a few times, has bashed my dad around like an she's high or something etc etc.
Meet the cops for the fist time after a particularly nasty fight.
I hit the age of six.
My parents ditch us and move back to home country to get new jobs.
Live with my awesome grandparents for two years or something.
During this time bro and I gain loads of weight because of my great-great grandma. Too young to resist temptation of daily ramens after school in front of th TV. oh gawd, she's trying to offer me sausage rolls at this moment. Moving on.
Go to parents' home country for summer between 1st and 2nd grade. Get my first taste of psychotic bitch mom.
Come back with Dad. Live in a peaceful pigsty for a year until SHe shows up again.
Mom drives everybody crazy.
Dad leaves again. Never to be seen until two years later when he tries to get a proper divorce with Mom. Mom tries to get him arrested for not paying the 120000 dollar child support fee monthly per child. No, really. I'm not kidding.
Dad leaves.
Doesn't come back until reccently. During this time Mom cuts my bro and I off from the rest of the family. Oh, and beats us up.
Sixth grade. First time I fight back. Get her in the crotch. She milks it and goes on about surgery to get extra cash from the grandparents. Bro and I too naive and scared.
Seventh grade. first bitch slap. second bitch slap a few months later. This results in the biggest fight ever in which she tries to drown me and repeatedly smashing my head against a metal pole, garbage can, massage machine, coffee table and several other things. HEr most creative day, might I add.
Beginning of 8th grade. Waves knife around. Brother freaks out, thinks she's about to kill him. Probably wants to. woman's psycho. Tried to drown me and kill the both of us with skipping ropes two years earlier.
Gets hauled away by cops right after school in front of the entire student body. Me and bro have to come too. in another car of course. otherwise she would have choked us with the handcuffs.
Live with my aunt's family now.
But I think we may no longer be allowed to. "Trashing" the house (accidentally) and not cleaning up might have been the last straw. I am not looking forward to sunday. I DO NOT want to go back to living with my mother.
Dad's cool but he lives behind the couch in my grandma's condo. Plus, he's a total push over.
The parental units suck, in case you haven't noticed yet.
*We only live there on the weekends
**She used to live there until They made her go to the nursing home

I wonder if my gran is getting Alzheimer's disease...you know, the one that ruins your brain cells until you reach the point where it no longer sends messages to the rest of your body causing organ failure and other disastorous things? The one where you forget your name, age, address, the fact that you have children, etc etc?
My gread-great aunt has it. She was born in 1918. I think. They put her in a nursing home a few months ago. I hope that my gran doesn't get it too. She's too nice to...well, die so horrorably.
I'll probably be diabetic by the time I'm 20 at this rate. My granpa has it, my great grandma has it and I eat way too much crap for my own good. "Never eat anything that is made up of ingredients with names you can't pronounce." Ha. If I followed THAT rule I'd be Miss Fitness.
Strangely enough, there's no history of cancer in the family. Just diabetes, heart attacks-oh, wait. I just remembered. My "mom"'s father died tf mouth cancer. He didn't smoke or drink. Weird.
I dunno much about Her family.
I wonder if insanity is included in the list of family illnesses. My 'mom' has serious issues. She's either a narcissist or suffers from PAS, aka Parental Alienation Disorder.
It's real. Believe me. My mom's insane. There's a reason why I live with my aunt.