I remember I was having a hard time in high school. I tried asking my "half" cousin(my family is seriously fcked up) for advice about colleges n stuff when I was getting C's. Basically he called me a screw up a bitch a mother fcker because he didnt realize how hard my life was due to my mental conditions, and told me I was ruining my life. That is unacceptable to me, and I have not talked to him since.
I wasn't aware that was tradition in Whoville. I've got this big, crazy family that spans two vastly different cultures. Dad's side is working class Irish. Mum's, well-to-do French overachievers. It's the kind of family where, at Christmas, 30 people yell over one another for the mashed potatoes and the night never ends without someone's feelings getting hurt. It is smothering how in-your-face my family is. We're all loud, most are nosey, and I reckon more than a few are certifiable. But we're family, and nobody has ever "disowned" anyone else. I don't think there's anything any of them would do to make me strike them from my life.