| Finally back on Live Journal. . .After four years |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|10:18 pm] |
A lot of stuff has been going on lately, and since I found out that some people who I didn't know read my myspace blog read it, I decided to come back to livejournal for the things I really need to get out.
Recently, life has not been so fruitful. My sister has betrayed me in such a way that I wish I never had a sister. Which really sucks because I love my sister soooooo much. She has made it abundantly clear, though, that my feelings for her mean nothing and that she is a self serving, back stabbing bitch.
She is engaged to this guy. He is a total douche bag. He lies to her about everything, twist everything everyone says in order to make my sister hate everyone. I really think he is one of those psycho people who want themselves to be the only one in their significant other's life. Well, I think he may succeed. You see, up until about 2 or so months ago, my father and I lived a happy life as each other's roommates. We spoiled each other, I will admit, because we just let each other do whatever we wanted to do. So, one day, my father and I get this brilliant (or not so brilliant) idea. Since everyone in the family was planning on moving to Idaho (especially Dad, who was supposed to move in May of this year) at some point, when Dad left, my sister and her sompletely retarded fiancee would move into my house so that I could just keep my room and not have to go through moving and such until a year later when I would join my Dad in Idaho.
That was probably the stupidest idea we had ever had. In fact, it was the stupidest idea we will EVER have. They move in, and everything is fine. Then my sister's fiancee (hereafter referred to as douche) decides that he wants things to go a certain way (i.e. everything has to be his way or her cries like a fucking baby). So he starts putting things in my head. Saying things about my sister to me which flaired me up. Things like how she constantly complains about everything I do and such. Well, this of course was not entirely true. So all this tension is building up and stuff. So of course, fights break out constantly. Yeah, nice place to live.
Anyway, something put the noxious cherry on the top of my anger cake. My father is gay, so therefore he sleeps with men. But that does not mean he sleeps with every man he knows. Anyway, my sister and the kids (there are two of them, nephew who is 8 months old and douche's daughter who is 9) went to Idaho for my sister's other sister (who is not my sister for my sister and I have seperate dads) was graduating from high school and my sister wanted to be there. My father was sick during this extravaganza, so douche said that he could sleep in the daughters room so that he could be comfortable (long story short, Dad was staying with us till we moved and was sleeping in the living room). So Dad's friend (who is a man) comes over and goes into the room and tries to get him up to go auto part shopping. So what does douche automatically assume because he is a homophobic bigot? That's right, that my dad was haveing sex with his friend on the little girl's bed. Now this is a completely sick and disturbing notion that could only have come from a sick a disturbed mind. First of all, gay men can have guy friends and not fuck them. Second of all, my dad is not a pervert and would not have sex in a little girl's purple room. How I see it is, If something that sick can come into douche's mind, it must be a disgusting sexual fantasy of his.
So douche keeps this fucking sick idea to himself until my sister comes home and then calls her from work asking her how to approach my dad about this. Random information that might help you understand my pure and unrelenting fury about this situation, my father has been an acting father for my bitch of a sister from the time she was 3 years old. That is 23 years of being her father. So, on with the story. Douche calls her and says "I think your Dad had sex with his friend on my daughters bed." My sister flys off the fucking handle into deep and uncharted space. She starts yelling and cussing and I ask her what's wrong. She replies "Dad had sex with Mark on Marissa's fucking bed, that's what's fucking wrong." My stomach literally fell out of my butt. I looked at her and asked her to think about what she was saying. She said very loud and agitated that she was thinking very clearly about what she was saying. It didn't resonate with me right away what she had just said and done.
I went inside, sat on the couch and stared at a wall for ten minutes.
Then it hit me. My sister had just forsaken my father's 23 years of unconditional love and support because of something that some idiot had said. I started to cry so I got up, grabbed my keys and left to Liz's house. I called my friend Alina absolutely hysterical because I didn't want to call my dad because I didn't want to break his heart like that. She told me what I needed to hear, she told me to call my father and let him know what was going on. The situation played out much like anyone could imagine and ended in my father not coming back to that house. Now, we talked this out, all of us, but at that moment I had made up my mind. I could not live with them. Douche was getting what he wanted,
I made arrangements to move out at the end of June (I did my move today actually) and thought that one more month would not be horrible. was so fucking wrong I could just strangle myself. It got worse. Constant bickering. I was woken up once at 4:30 in the morning to them screaming at each other. I went out there to try to diffuse the situation and my sister decided to push my numerous time claiming that "this was none of my fucking business and to butt the fuck out."
The end of June could not have some sooner.
And yet, I am very sad. Why? Because I was forced out of a house that I have lived in for 11 years. That is more than half of my life. That was my fucking house. And they polluted it with their hate and contempt for everything but themselves. I feel really bad for the children.
What's more, my sister basically told her family to fuck off and chose this total douche bag over us. My mother says she will come to her senses about all of this. I'm just not too sure that I will be there when she does. |
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