Disgusted and appalled...

I don't usually talk about my extended family because about 90% of them I would rather not deal with at all. Last night, my mom went by my Aunt Sandra's house (that's my grandmother's sister). Besides the fact that we're all displaced, they have a lot more drama going on (and you'll see why I don't associate myself with them). Recently we just found out that my Uncle Mel, or Big Robiho as we call him, fathered another child outside of his marriage (not my aunt because she's a drunken mess). And while his wife sat in an apartment in Houston wasting away (no pun intended) he was moving his mistress's stuff back and forth between Baton Rouge and New Orleans a week after the storm hit, and basically left his family. He also took my aunt's FEMA money to do it (can I say low much? My aunt and uncle had 3 kids, Missy who has 6 children with like 4 different baby daddies...and I can't believe I said that, Poopie-don't ask me his real name, and my cousin Mark who died like 4 years ago or something like that of health issues,surprisingly, he pulled a 50 Cent move and was shot like 6 times a year before he died). Ok anyways, I'm leading away from the topic. So to say the least, the Robiho's were going crazy because of this sudden break in news. Then, on top of that, my cousin Poopie was still in New Orleans, impersonating an officer and looting! Ok so fastfoward a complete of weeks. My mom went by my aunt after work the day before yesterday. She of course wouldn't abandon her family in such a time of need obviously, unlike some of my family, but that's another post for another day. But because Houston is so big, and her job is already like 30 miles away from the apartment we live in, she decided to stay over night because she didn't want to spend 45 minutes trying to get home and fall asleep at the wheel (which she would have done because my mom can fall asleep at the drop of a dime, but I already suspected that she indulged herself in a few beers and a little weed already with my aunt and cousin Missy, the only family she can get away with doing careless stuff like that, so I told her to stay and sleep tight) . My mom comes home today, and brings along with her a few souvenirs (the stuff that was looted in New Orleans). When she told me where she got it from I lost it. And I don't mean to yell at my mom, I was in no way trying to be disrespectful or anything like that. I just made it a point to say to her that our house had been broken into a number of times since the storm (and thank God nothing was taken but still... ) and for all we know it could have been my cousin Poopie playing Mr.Deputy, and eventho what she brought home was considerably smaller than most items worth looting, it was still wrong. I would expect so much more from my mom, I can understand that she's under a lot of stress right now, but accepting stuff that obviously was stolen just doesn't sit right with me.