Tough Love

My family and I have quite the interesting relationship. Being the youngest in the family, I always get picked on. That's understandable. The things my parents and brother say to me can come across to other people as mean, sometimes flat out rude. But deep down, I know it's just their way of saying 'Ash, I love you!'. Here are a few examples of the latest coversations my family has had with me:

Me: "Mom, remember that one guy I was telling you about? Yeah, he likes me..."
Mom: "How do you know?"
Me: "Because I'm obviously like the guy-whisperer."
Mom: "Not based off your past relationships."

Ouch. Okay that one kinda hurt. Yes Mom, I have had a few unsuccessful relationships--even a couple that have left me on the couch eating ice cream for weeks. She doesn't understand that my 'uniqueness' is too much for guys to handle. It's cool, I don't blame them.

Here is another comment my brother made to me the other day:

*my brother and I are watching The Bachelor and one of the girls is crying*
Me: "She still looks pretty while crying. God, I'm such an ugly cryer.."
Kyle: "Hahahahahahahaha! Oh my god, YES you are. I have always thought that but never wanted to say anything. But now that you admitted it, yes you are! You get this like, ugly thizz face goin..."

I have no comment on that one....