My half-siblings are pretty sad — they live miserable lives and blame my dad, but force a smile and kiss my father’s ass in the hopes of getting a piece of the financial pie.

What’s even sadder is there’s a likelihood my father is falling for it.

Personally, I don’t really care about the $$$, and sometimes, I wonder if it’s wrong to be the person who least cares about it… if I should at least do something about it.

But one thing that would instigate action from my part is, if they ever hurt my mother or steal away things that are rightly and fairly hers, then, it’s a full-out war. My mom did not work her ass off for naught only to lose it to greedy half-siblings who didn’t even lift a single finger, damnit.

Truth be told however, my half-siblings scare the sh*t out of me.

Do you know when you look in the eyes of a person and you see that he/she is capable of doing ANYTHING to get what he/she wants? You can almost feel the greed exuding from their most eminent being…

That’s how I feel when I see my half-siblings. You can just see evil in their face, and it bothers the heck out of me.

Sometimes, I wonder, “How can I be related to such people?”

But this is my burden, which comes to being born in a more complicated familial setting in a pretty comfortable household. This is why when people tell me that they wish to be rich, I scoff and say, “When you are, you won’t want to be.”

It’s true. It’s funny how money destroy families, lives, minds.

And the funnier thing is, it’s not even THAT much.

Honestly, I can just walk away, removing myself from all the gulo. But as I’ve said, I don’t care about what’s mine (anyway, parents’ money aren’t obligated to be given to the next generation), but I do care about the well-being of my mother and little brother. I don’t want them to be eaten by a pack of hungry wolves who care jack-sh*t about my father.

Just the money.

Oh Lord, help me.

It’s too tough of a burden to bear alone.