Don't get me wrong...

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I love my family with all of my heart. Even though we don't always get along or like each other. My mom has always been there for me, while as my dad hasn't always put me first. Which sometimes I resent him for...but then I get over it and decide that we are all human and we all make mistakes. My family is very complicated. I have three sisters and we all have different mothers. I live with my mother and her(disgusting) boyfriend. My youngest sister's mother is like a second mother to me and I love her very much. As for grand-parents...my mother's parents are the one's I call Grammy and Grampy,even though I only really get along with my grandfather. My father's parents passed away way before I was born. Which kind of bothers me because I would love to meet them and get to know them. I have adoptive grandparents even though I am not adopted. A lady that worked with my mom decided that she liked me and her and her husband adopted me into their little family. I love then so much. They have helped my mom and I so much in the short time that we have known them. That's a little bio of me...how about you give me yours?