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Current Status:
I don’t think there’s much to write here; not because of lack of relevance, but because this is actually one of the most stable, and healthy, parts of my life.
It wasn’t always so, though.
My mother… I’d rather not speak much of her here. Suffice to say that these days I see her about once a year, that she made my childhood and teenage years almost a living hell, and that I have to thank her, in a way, for many sad and unpleasant lessons. One hint: if you think that a mother automatically loves her children, that it’s unavoidable, that she would never hate and envy them for their happiness, I’m sorry to say, but you’re living in a fairy tale world.
But that’s all in the past (though I won’t claim not to be affected by it to this day, and quite possibly to the day I die).
My father, though, is a great guy, and I’m proud of having him as a father. Again, that wasn’t always so; until the end of my teen years, it was as if he was a different person. Cold, distant, authoritarian, and never satisfied with anything I ever did (even though I was, in many ways, the son most people would love to have… at least at the time). Age, or life, changed him for the better, and, again, I wouldn’t exchange him for anyone else.
My brothers and sister are also great people, and I love them all. I like to think it’s reciprocated. 
The oldest of them (still two years younger than me, though) has also helped me a lot in the past, more than you can imagine, and I owe him a lot – and, yes, that also includes money, but it’s not limited to that.
As for the more distant family, except for my uncle and aunt, they’re mostly “far away”; most of them I don’t see at all, or see every couple of years or so. I can’t miss them, because they’re not close enough for me to miss. I’m not complaining here; it’s just the way things are.
Anyway, I don’t think I have real “family problems”. The ones close to me are supportive in every way, whenever I need them, and I love spending holidays with them, for instance. If there’s one problem here, is that I feel that I don’t reciprocate enough; that they do more for me than I do for them. I also don’t know if they know how much I appreciate all that they do.
Goals:
To let them know the above, of course. And to reciprocate all the help they’ve given me for years. Also, I should spend more time with them; this is, in a way, hard for me, because I hate feeling like a “parasite”, and whenever I’m with them they feed me and all that. I don’t have money to do things like invite them to lunch and pay for it, so I always feel that I’m “abusing” their generosity, even though, of course, they tell me that that’s nonsense. Still, having more money should allow me to not feel like a parasite anymore; besides, they’d love to see me without money problems.
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