Post by riotgirlheather on Jan 4, 2011 17:30:24 GMT -8
This is a long story. Probably longer than any of my fiction.
This all starts back about four years ago...when the world essentially exploded for me. I was dating John, my sister had left her first husband and was living on her own. Well, she decided to move back in with Mom and Dad, bringing her (at the time) two kids and skeevy boyfriend with her, thus I was kicked out. Thank goodness for John and his sister taking me in, or I would've been homeless.
Well, fast forward a little while and my sister is pregnant with her newest kid. I'm still living away from home, and my mom's just gotten home from having to have a hysterectomy at the hospital. My sister starts a fight with me, and I (not knowing she was pregnant, because she didn't know yet either and it's a source of eternal guilt for me) shoved her into the kitchen table. I struck back, like my mom had been telling me to, and my dad told me to leave his house. So I left.
Fast forward again. My sister's boyfriend leaves her for someone his own age, and subsequently knocks her up too, and my sister has my nephew a month early. Then two months later, she admits herself for the third or fourth time into the local mental health institution who now know her by first name when they see her, leaving her two month old child with my mom on Mom's birthday. I then have to keep coming over several days a week, ruining my relationship with John and making me have to move back home two months after my mom's birthday as he moves back in with his parents. A month later, John and I break up. I'm living in a camper in my parents' yard until the winter gets too cold, I get sick, or the wind gets too rough, then I'm on the couch in the house with no privacy and no respect.
Now, flash forward to last night, the catalyst for anything I do from this point forward. My sister has overdosed herself on valium and is lying in her bed in her apartment in the backyard, completely useless to any of us at this point, and my oldest nephew is threatening me and disrespecting me and I lose it. I follow him through the house and bust his butt. He grins and smirks at me the whole time. I then tell him if he ever does that again, I will seek mental help for him myself, turn around and walk off before my anger gets too far. I tell my mom that when he turns 18, I'm probably going to deck him. My sister then comes into the house this evening yelling at me and telling me lies about how my nephew is suicidal now because of me and that she tells me she hopes I can never have children (again, she's said this a lot) and that she wishes I would just die and make everyone happier. Then she says that I should move out. I laugh in her face and point out that I'm not the married 30-year-old with three children who has to live with Mommy and Daddy because otherwise I'd lose my kids.
I have got to get a job and get out.
This all starts back about four years ago...when the world essentially exploded for me. I was dating John, my sister had left her first husband and was living on her own. Well, she decided to move back in with Mom and Dad, bringing her (at the time) two kids and skeevy boyfriend with her, thus I was kicked out. Thank goodness for John and his sister taking me in, or I would've been homeless.
Well, fast forward a little while and my sister is pregnant with her newest kid. I'm still living away from home, and my mom's just gotten home from having to have a hysterectomy at the hospital. My sister starts a fight with me, and I (not knowing she was pregnant, because she didn't know yet either and it's a source of eternal guilt for me) shoved her into the kitchen table. I struck back, like my mom had been telling me to, and my dad told me to leave his house. So I left.
Fast forward again. My sister's boyfriend leaves her for someone his own age, and subsequently knocks her up too, and my sister has my nephew a month early. Then two months later, she admits herself for the third or fourth time into the local mental health institution who now know her by first name when they see her, leaving her two month old child with my mom on Mom's birthday. I then have to keep coming over several days a week, ruining my relationship with John and making me have to move back home two months after my mom's birthday as he moves back in with his parents. A month later, John and I break up. I'm living in a camper in my parents' yard until the winter gets too cold, I get sick, or the wind gets too rough, then I'm on the couch in the house with no privacy and no respect.
Now, flash forward to last night, the catalyst for anything I do from this point forward. My sister has overdosed herself on valium and is lying in her bed in her apartment in the backyard, completely useless to any of us at this point, and my oldest nephew is threatening me and disrespecting me and I lose it. I follow him through the house and bust his butt. He grins and smirks at me the whole time. I then tell him if he ever does that again, I will seek mental help for him myself, turn around and walk off before my anger gets too far. I tell my mom that when he turns 18, I'm probably going to deck him. My sister then comes into the house this evening yelling at me and telling me lies about how my nephew is suicidal now because of me and that she tells me she hopes I can never have children (again, she's said this a lot) and that she wishes I would just die and make everyone happier. Then she says that I should move out. I laugh in her face and point out that I'm not the married 30-year-old with three children who has to live with Mommy and Daddy because otherwise I'd lose my kids.
I have got to get a job and get out.