Father doesn't read, he seems baffled I even bother writing. Doesn't ask nor care about my work's contents. He at least cares about my drawings now, after years of crapping on my art style of course.
My brother, who is homeless, addicted, and has a court date for stealing thinks me a "loser" for writing. He's too preoccupied bragging about all his unsavoury activities and expecting praise when I do see him. Again, doesn't read, ask about, or care.
Mother has been too "worried about" my brother to read any work, while finding time for her own books of course. She's had printed copies for a long time now. Never read, never asks, never cares.
So they have no thoughts on the matter. Par for the course, really, it's just incredibly sad my coworkers give more of a shit than they do. A shame, but for what it's worth my coworkers think my novella is: Incredibly well written to the point he shared it with his own families. Another makes fun of me for having such an old style of writing and usage of vocab, but seems to think me a great writer--- though horror isn't his vibe (he's more of an adventure romance kinda guy, I think?). Another was so disgusted (in the intended way) by my scenes she couldn't get through the rest of it, since the descriptions made her mental image of it just too visceral.