Birds do it, bees do it, we all do it, and sometimes the result is...a family. Lineage, ancestry, relatives; the ones we can never escape from, nor should we want to. Sometimes we get a break and our families are fantastic. All your needs are met and you are well prepared to conquer your fears, make the right decisions, and find the perfect mate.But all too often, we are taught trepidation, manipulation, and arrogance. These tools served us to a point before we met others more equipped to deal with life. Now we must make a decision, fight or flight. After a number of battles, I learned that not everyone was my enemy. As of late, I learned conflict can be resolved without harsh, demeaning words and sometimes, as my brother taught me, "to disagree is not always to be disagreeable." Is my family dysfunctional? Sure is. Yours?