Would you say you come from a pretty messed up family?

Now, this is the story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait, I hear the prissy, booze, whine, all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well uh, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet.
I just got here!
I sprang with the quickness, like lightening disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say is that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Man forget it' - 'Yo home to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked to my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

Drunk, abusive, took every chance to berate their kids, beat us. Unplugged the phone when he went intoo tirades so that no one could call the police. Called us every horrible name in the book. Never let us forget that we were pieces of shit even though we did everything they asked and then some.

You decide.

Parents just dont understand!

My family is fine. It could've been so much worse.

my family doesnt share any emotion, we never say i love you or get personal.

we dont celebrate holidays

we argue a lot, and dont talk a lot

my parents are sort of ocd so everything has to be very particular

my parents are racist,sexist and complain about everything and taught me and my brother the worst, scaries view of the world

we dont do anything together but all have our own rooms and do our own things alone.

there are practically no rules, discipline or encouragement to do anything yet my parents are very protective

my parents have very old fashioned views about sexuality and society

my mom is scared of and totally dependant on my dad. dad is very controlling.

parents dont like eachother, talk shit behind eachothers back.

me and my brother are quite young but have problems because of this.

My family has their issues, but we're pretty cool, these days anyway

i come from the real adams family, ie: christmas at moms, sounds like fun right? my 24 year old brother got a vacuum my 27 year old sister got a bike helmet ( doesnt even own a bike nor does she want one) mom got dildos and i got a couple dvds and a bag full of socks, this is very true christmas at moms house. people meet my family and they all say the same thing, " i thought my family was weird"

I'm from an amazing family, I'm extremely privileged to know them:)

I definitely feel I came from a messed up family. It definitely affects me today as I still have very low self esteem at times, have never been in a loving romantic relationship, and still have a lot of resentment at times as I feel there are thought and behavior patterns that I have that are very unhealthy but seem very difficult to change.

It would take a book to explain but generally my parents had their own baggage and emotional disturbances and they therefore were very self centered, non-loving, non supportive cold and manipulative...very little empathy and caring....Abusive at times as well....

def. moms an alchy, father raised me and hes a bit compulsive. we moved 20 times before i was 18.

everyone in my immediate family except my younger sister does meth every day.......end of story

slapped across the face, hit with a wooden stick, called a bitch and a slut and fat (i was always thin though)

My family is full of hatred, generated by my mother as she plays everyone off against each other! I tend to stay away from them all and let them get on with it.

However, she does manage to get under my skin and I hate anyone even mentioning her to me!

I thought mine was normal; has problems, but still normal.

Too much,too long to explain right here
let's just say if my father did'nt die so young 521/2 exactly,when I was 11,things probably would have turned out a lot better for the rest of us(Mom,sis,me)as my mother didn't have much in the way of brains overall.

@ Wigsplitz, I'm sorry you had to go through that. Are you ok now?

@ devilla, no. This was just something on my mind a couple nights ago, so I thought I'd ask a question about it. Actually, I was honestly thinking whether my family were messed up or not, and thats what made me wanna ask other people about their family.

my fathers family is so messed up that i just cant talk abou it and my mother family are mostly jehovahs witnesses including my brothers and grandparents and my aunty and her shit husband. they dont talk to me or my mother. i havent seen my grandparents for literally over a year and the one year anniversary of the last time i saw my brother is coming up. i still see one of my brothers but i hate him and always have so yay for me. i could go into more detail but ill just say i cry all night and pretend to be happy all day. the only one who sees how im feeling is my boyfriend but he gets upset at me for feeling depressed saying i just wish you would go back to being happy and not always feel depressed about your life. and then when i need him the most like tonight, he just yells at me about something stupid and then hangs up on me. yay for shit families and yay for shit life.

are u a psych student?

That's properly termed as "dysfunctional": http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dysfunctional_family. Based on my experience, all members of the family are greatly affected when one gives a conflict. If I will one day start my own, I would try my best to bring love, care, and harmony to my family. The experience gave pain already so this indicates that it shouldn't be passed on to the next generation.

My mum comes from a terrible family. I'm the first generation out of messed-up-ness on her side. But both my parents went to university, so we have a fair stream of money coming in, so in that respect I'm quite lucky.