As many of you may know, I love my sister. We usually get along good enough and at times, we can make each other piss our pants laughing. This is not one of those times. I’m fighting the urge to take a Xanax just to calm my nerves and my temper now. Instead, I choose Metallica and I write.
A few weeks ago Teacher came over to the house at about ten one night. He had lessons that night and didn’t get done until about nine, so he made the hour drive to see me after he got done working. Just that he made the effort to come see me when he didn’t have to was enough for me. I was happy just to see him.
We had planned on hanging out for just a little while, maybe watching a movie, but things happen and we ended up having sex. Now unfortunately, I didn’t realize how squeaky my bed is, and my sister was briefly able to hear it. That pissed her off. What pissed me off was that she wouldn’t even come out of her room to meet him when he got here in the first place. Her major complaint other than the squeaky bed, was that he came over so late. Well, not everyone is unemployed and sits on their ass or plays with horses all day like she does. She doesn’t even bother to clean the house anymore. It’s a disaster.
So anyway, the next day she made it a point to chastise me for having him over so late and for having sex in “her house.” I think I’ve lived here long enough to say that it’s not just “her house.” In fact it’s not even “our house.” It’s my parents house, and soon to be the bank’s house. So my sister better get off her ass and start packing and coming up with a plan before she ends up living with my parents again.
But, alas, I can’t tell her any of this because she refuses to listen to anyone. She always thinks she’s right and knows it all. Every time I make a mistake, she never fails to remind me of it a dozen times. Yes, I know I’ve been a big ol’ hoe. You don’t have to remind me of it every other day. However, when she makes a mistake, she acts like it never happened. Remember that time in the van where she fucked a stranger in the back seat and then swapped places with Horse Whisperer? Yeah, me too. We all know how ugly I can get when I lose my temper. I don’t want that to happen again.
It’s very frustrating living with this type of person. Maybe that’s why we’ve never lasted more than six months living together. This is the first time that we’ve almost made it to a year, and if I was able to I would have moved out long ago.
Tonight I got home from work a little early. She said that her and Little Bubba were going to meet a friend and asked if I wanted to come along. They were going to do horse stuff so I said no. About ten minutes after they left she sent me a text.
Sis: “He needs to be gone before I get back.”
Me: “What?” (Because honestly I had no idea why she would think he’d be coming over.)
Sis: “I don’t want your bf there at night with [Little Bubba] there.”
Me: He’s playing somewhere tonight & he’s not coming here. Stop being a bitch.”
Sis: “Hell no. I’m not being a bitch. You fucked that up.”
At this point I’m really confused. Could she really still be upset about that night which was over three weeks ago??
Blah, blah, blah…
Sis: “Great. Don’t bring him to the house.”
Me: “I’m not. It’s too embarrassing for anyone to see this mess.”
Evidently that shut her up because she didn’t say anything after that.
I just don’t understand what’s wrong with her. She’s hated every man I’ve ever dated, even some that she never met. She hated my ex-husbands too. I have never treated her boyfriends the way she treats mine. Granted, she hasn’t had that many, but still…I guess what it really comes down to is that she is a selfish, using, controlling bitch most of the time. If she weren’t my sister, it would be very hard to love her. I think Little Bubba is the only thing that keeps us from getting really nasty with one another sometimes. Thank God for him.
I think that once I get another car and move out of here, and once she moves back to where my parents are, I will have to limit the amount of time that I spend with my family. All they do is make me angry and depressed. I can’t live with that in my life anymore. I’m moving on to better and happier times, with or without my family.
Yeah, I know. It’s another one of my declaration posts. Well, it’s either that or I go downstairs and start throwing her stuff in the yard and make a bonfire. Hmmm…nah.