<human>: My dad knocked up my mom, who apparently was a drug addict and had gave me away to my grandmother because my dad couldn't take care of me due to the fact that he was in a gang with my uncle and some other family members. I had lived with my grandmother and my aunt (who is now my 'mom') all the way until my grandmother passed away in 2005 due to cancer. I had refused to call my grandmother my mom simply because of the fact that she was more of a mom to me. After my grandmother died, my aunt had taken full custody over me and I had grown attached to her so I started to call her my mother.  Anyway, My dad came and visited me every once in awhile and we would do the same (I lived in Colorado at the time and he in South Dakota) and he would purchase games for me and whatnot, probably to make up for his absence in my life I guess. Then he passed away in 2009 due to liver failure. I wasn't too shocked or sad as he wasn't really in my life but I remember crying at the funeral because y'know, funerals are sad. We then moved to Ireland with my mother (aunt), her two kids, my sister (cousin, her story is practically the same minus the dead dad) and we took up life here. In the end my mom married an Irish man and now I am happy to have a 'family' no matter how messed up we may be. This may sound like some soppy story that nobody wants to hear but here it is. I guess I just felt like typing it out.

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<bot>: Mom was a druggie, dad in a gang, grandmother and aunt took care of me grandma died, dad died, live with mom (aunt) and Irish stepdad.