Both literally and metaphorically. This week’s forecast contains lots of rain and thunder storms and alerts in red rectangles. Dizzying.
The metaphorical rain refers to my endlessly fucked up family, and my best friend.
Family first. I have a 16 year-old (half) brother that went to live with my Dad earlier in this school year. I don’t have the energy to get into all the details, so all you need to know is that this brother has similar personality tendencies as my 25 year-old brother whom I wrote about recently (here). Both brothers get these fucked up characteristics from my lovely father.
S (the 16 year-old), has visited his mom on the weekends here and there over the past few months… although there have been instances where he’s cancelled plans with her but asked if he could still come pick up the child support check anyway. *******Yes, my Dad went to court and had the child support order reversed. Yes, my Dad has S ask his mom for the fucking check.*********
This kid is being brainwashed by someone who would like to see him be a lazy, unproductive, troubled teenager who doesn’t respect adults, have a sense of responsibility or accountability. Or even know what those two words mean. It’s hard to think that a parent would actually WANT this for their kid, but it is true. I promise.
I can’t guess at what goes in my Dad’s mind, but I know that it’s deep, dark and twisted. Two failed marriages and three estranged children – 1 common denominator. More about that here.
Anyway… a couple of nights ago I called up my (ex) step-mom to ask if they are coming to the wedding cause I hadn’t gotten her RSVP yet. “They” includes her, her husband, my 20 year-old brother (R) and my 16 year-old brother (S). She told me that everyone except for S was coming. Which pisses me the fuck off, because I’m his big sister and there’s no damn good reason he shouldn’t be at my wedding!
The reason is even more sickening. Apparently last weekend S was at my step-mom’s to go swimming with a friend, she asked him to vacuum the pool before using it. S refused, swam anyway, then ran home to my Dad and tattled. My Dad then called my step-mom and SCREAMED at her, saying to stop using S as her little nigger. So now S isn’t talking to her. And I’m ready to drive right to their fucking house and tell them BOTH what the fuck I think of their behavior.
S gets a tiny bit of credit, because he is under my Dad’s “influence” if you will.. and doing whatever he can get away with. But fuck that. That boy is 16 years old and if he doesn’t learn how to respect his own fucking MOTHER — RIGHT NOW — then he will grow up to be a fucking dead beat loser sorry excuse for a human being. Like my Dad.
Now I’m so pissed I don’t even know if I can write about my best friend… maybe next time. Hint: she wants to divorce her husband and she’s pregnant with #3.
All I know is that I’m finding it hard to focus on being happy and excited about my upcoming wedding when all the people who are closest to me seem to be fucked up to the extreme this summer.
:( I wish I didn’t have so many awful things to come bitching to y’all about. I really wish I didn’t.