dysfunctional family

I'm afraid of her. I'm a successful, educated woman with a wonderful marriage and a great career. And I'm afraid of my abusive sister.

I just want something in my life to be happy and not dictated by some tyrannical religious presence. I'm afraid my parents will choose religion over me.

More than lip service to an unlikely situation, I needed accountability from my family. Small things that required less bravado, but more work. Just before Christmas, I experienced the moment that made our breakup crystallize.

I grew up in a home with some undesirable happenings. (I assume everyone does, but my husband has made me question my assumption.)

Family and wacky go together like chocolate bits an

A fifth season of the cult favorite is reportedly on the horizon. Here's why we can't wait for more of this family's familiar dysfunction.