You can choose your friends but not your family. It's an age old saying that rings true more often than not.
When I was a young innocent pre-teen I wished and wished and wished for a "normal family". Of course I know now that there is no such thing.
At the time I wished this (somewhere in the late 1980's I guess), my ideal "normal family" was one that sat at the table every night for dinner and discussed important things (I am sure we sat at the table - but sometimes it was under duress with mum at her wits end trying to get us to eat a new meal she had made that we were uncertain of - and other times, it was just dinner on our laps in front of the TV). Brothers didn't fart in your face then walk away and laugh leaving you with a stench so bad a jumper over your face didn't even mask it. And sisters that didn't steal clothes and insist they were cooler than you. I guess I wanted a family modelled from some TV show which shoved a certain ideal down our faces.
I'm not exactly sure at which exact point the "stayers" at a party went from the ones who could drink the most alcohol and stay up all night, to four or five women sipping on tea at 11pm, sitting at my kitchen table gorging on whatever was left over on the dessert platter, discussing which backpack to get from the booklist for our future high schoolers.