Mi Familia =)

Brace yourself, its somewhat, mashed up.
I live with my mom (Fawn) and little brother (Stephen, 16) He is my only blood-related sibling. My mom works for the ELCA Board of Pensions. She is lost, searching, loving, growing, selfish, selfless, and an interesting woman. I don't want to bash her or take away from all the good that there is, but.

My mom and "real dad" seperated when I was 3, divorcing when I was four. My dad (Kevin) remarried about 12 years ago to Denise. (Step-mom) Denise had four kids from her previous marriage, that after marrying my dad, became my step-siblings. Stephanie, Jessica, Jenny, and JB are my family; the fact that we don't share any DNA is irrelevant.
My dad is unemployed; he was layed off last year from his job where he had been for like 10 years or something. He is witty, sarcastic, broke, broken, and faithful.

My mom remarried to a guy who is also irrelevant on account that he was an abusive, drunken jerk. Okay, I only have a few memories of him, and they seem pretty accurate to that statement. They divorced sometime around Second grade.
My mom sent my brother and I to live with my grandparents in Fergus Falls. I lovingly refer to them as Nana and Papa. Then my mom met Keith. Though they never married, they were together for 12 years. I think of him as my step-dad; He was the father figured that I lacked in my real dad. (My real dad's involvement has always been limited, though I realize that it doesn't mean he doesn't/didn't love me.) Keith brought three siblings into my life from his two previous marriages. Ryan and Niki were older than me and Nico was younger (the same age as Stephen). We all lived together, all 7 of us (plus 3 others) in a small trailer in Spooner, Wisconsin. Eventually, us 7 got a house of our own in town and at some point Ryan, Niki, and Nico moved out so it was just four people living there.

In ninth grade I again moved in with my grandparents. My grandparents are two of the most supportive, encouraging, real, and rounded people I know. A majority of my family is made up of misfits and mistakes (said with love) and my grandparents ground me so that I don't go insane.