2 cousins and an uncle
1. My uncle. Who has borrowed the last years of my grandmother's life.
My uncle has foisted my cousins (his son from first marriage and another son and daughter from present marriage) on my grandmother for, on average, 4 days a week from the day the eldest was born, up until now. My gran is 83 today. Eighty Three. She's been raising his kids since she was 68. My gran has crippling arthritis in her hands. She's been registered blind for the last 6 years. The kids can't stay at their other grandparents because they are '66 years old and getting on a bit' I hate my uncle.

2. My uncle's son. The selfish ingrate.
The one who has practically lived with my gran for half his life. The one who tells my gran he is borrowing a five pound note from her purse and takes a twenty. The one, who at Christmas, bought my gran a box of Terry's All Gold, knowing that my gran can no longer eat chocolate due to old age. When asked why he bought them, he simply replied, "I know she can't eat them. She can give them to me."

3. My other cousin. Unrelated to the previously mentioned.
Calling her a blonde Essex girl would be somewhat inaccurate. She's from Kent. Terrible with money and relationships. After her first marriage ended, (18 months 1 kid, not bad) She soon found herself married again and sprog no. 2 shortly followed. Fast forward 3 years. £26,000 in debt, out of a job, marriage on the rocks. Luckily, she caught a good piece of the house market boom. Her and her husband sold up and made £70,000 on the sale of the house. Perfect for a new start you might think. But oh no, my poor cousin has to go into hospital for a hystorectomy. Every member of extended family sends flowers, cards, gifts etc. Cousin moves in with her mother for a spell. Cousin falls pregnant again. It shortly transpires that my cousin didn't have the hystorectomy that she told everyone she had. She'd actually spent £12,000 on plastic surgery. Tummy tuck and neck skin tightening. Her mother is not impressed. Asks her to get her act together and move back to her husband. They must be able to get a place together with the £35,000 they've got left. Surely? Nope! Remember that pregnancy I mentioned? It's not her husbands kid. It's his best friends. Oh, and she's spent £30,000 in 2 months on shoes, clothes, fags, booze and living the high life. She now has to live with her mother as she has no job, no money and an angry husband bashing on the door.
( fishsticks, Sat 15 Jan 2005, 1:01, Reply)