Well over the years as I got older, some family members changed and some didn't. I also changed on how I perceived them.
My grandmother I love to death.
My brother I respect but I tolerate him sometimes.
My mother I'm getting along with her and appreciate her around, she's my hero (ofcourse I'd never admit that to her).
My stepfather...finally after 10+ years he became more of a father figure and he's actually nice now.
My father, well he can die for all I care...yes I hate him THAT much.
My half-sister, love her but she's far away and I'm too busy to talk to her.
My half-mom, love her...she's nicer than my mother and sometimes I wish she was MY mother.