My Family: Ghetto Status....

                Divorce is hard enough for a married couple but when it comes down to it who is really hurt? The kids are, my brother and I were fought over and the fighting still continues over my brother who is almost 18 but they still haven't realized that he can think for himself and decide to argue constantly over who gets the custody. From the time you learn to speak your parents tell you to never lie, but it seems like my parents would say anything to get what they want. It seemed like I never knew what I wanted either... because I jumped between homes and my attitude towards a certain parent was completely random to me. In my life it was never who had more money or who was the "cooler parent" it was where I felt like I was at home. around sophomore year my dad my brother and my father's fiancée went on a trip to Mexico... big mistake. there was a confrontation between me and my dad that ended up getting physical, let's just say that after that I did not speak to him for 2 years... I couldn't even look at him. eventually though I talked to him, believe me it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, and now I  think I have a successful relationship with my father. On the other hand my Mom, well simply put she's a typical Asian parent who wants me to be the "Perfect Asian Son'' which means not the person I am now. Being a single parent its hard though... dealing with two sons who never stop fighting and working full time to come to a home that hardly is one. My mom's side of the family is from the Philippines... and not just the Philippines the ghetto Philippines. That side of the family that are still there aren't the luckiest people out there but being that I've gone to visit twice already they seem to be happy. It's amazing though... in the US my family that I know of only consists of at most 20 relatives mainly centered in Oxnard but there in that one town in the Philippines there are waves of relatives, it seems like they just never stop popping out babies and more and more cousins and sometimes uncles and aunts are born. My Brother is probably the luckiest person in my family however. I don't know if it's the jealous brother in me but it seems like he gets everything that he wants, and has no responsibility whatsoever.