Yea good start to my prosebox career I guess, me either whining or bitching about something. But if it gets me back to writing more regularly I will take it. There are so many thoughts and feelings and whatnot just always raging and roiling in my head that I can't seem to get out anymore. My first entry here was damn near incoherent. So the raging bitch... yea that would be my sister who lives here with me. We share moms old house, left to us (still with a mortgage) and share the bills. She has... 7 dogs, 5 cats, and 7 birds. Her and her girlfriend I should say. They each have their own separate bedroom too (the girls). If I have any of my shit anywhere but my room, the bitch will rage at me. If I don't kiss her ass she'll rage at me. And at her girlfriend. Most of the time there is no reason whatsoever for it at all. 49 years old and she will scream and yell and hit shit and stomp and kick and throw stuff. I swear it's like a 2 year throwing a shitfit. I'm baffled and horrified. And she's made sure to make me grow to hate her. I felt pity for a while but I can't anymore. Sorry that you hate yourself and your life so much you want to destroy everyone around you. But it is all my fault that she "had" to move here. I wish I could afford the mortgage on my own. I'd give anything to not live with her. Not like they even pay bills with the money I give them every month. Yes I live on the pittance disability pays. And I give more than half of that for bills here. And yet.. the mortgage is 2 months behind, electric with a shut off notice.. etc. WHAT THE EFF are you guys doing with the money? Jesus.
She's more abusive than my ex husband.
I don't want to even go into right now, how she hurt mom so much. Or how she terrorizes the animals (one being my Boo who died from heart failure , yes he was 11 but she terrified him so he'd hide and shake in my room) . And yes I blame her for him dying, and I blame myself. I should have moved us away from our home. To a dump even or a cardboard box.
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