Where to begin? Better try to keep this short:
Father - Intense racist and anti-semite, tried to join a branch of the KKK, intense wife beater, child abuser, tried to murder several people, misogynist, neo Nazi, stalker, and I'm two siblings short because of him.
Mother - Married my father knowing he was a horrible PoS because 'she could change him' (in short, no she couldn't), stayed with him for over a decade in spite of all of the above, severely neglected her kids after her second failed marriage, got herself a replacement daughter because her actual daughter no longer blindly followed her and did as she said, made her youngest kids steal from their psycho father as well as lie to several courts/therapists/lawyers, frequently threatened to make her kids live with their psycho father if they didn't do as she said, left her kids to starve so that she could go out on trips and to see concerts, decided one morning to wake her blood daughter (me) by grabbing her by the ankle, throw her against the wall, screaming that if she didn't get a job/enroll in college/enlist in the military within the next two days she would kick her to the street even though she didn't go to college because of the lack of money and because of her (the mother's) frequent admissions to the hospital, and then proceeded to file a false police report to have her institutionalized and left her to rot in there [footnote]If you are wondering why I largely refer to myself in the third person here, it's because it infuriates me to no end, and I'm really trying to not start screaming right now.[/footnote] Also a racist and frequent bible thumper.
Oldest Brother - Childhood dream was to become a garbage man, so make of that what you will. Also racist and a misogynist.
Older Brother - Intense racist and anti-semite, misogynist, frequently beat people up because he could, one time hurling me across the room because he wanted the remote (this was not the sole time he abused me by far).
Younger Brother - Piss poor temper, beat anything up that moved (or didn't), tried to kill me on at least three separate occasions.
I've ceased talking to three of them, the other two I've had almost no contact with in the past two years. It's a wonder I haven't gone utterly mad, and no surprise that my nightmares are largely of them. But, I have my boyfriend now, and he keeps me human, and things would be perfect if I had my kitty (my brother isn't likely gonna give him back to me if I ever could have him), finances weren't a problem, and if the smelly roomies were gone.
Shit, that wasn't short at all. Sorry.