So my brother is leaving tomorrow.
Yesterday was one of my days off. I was bummed that I wasn't doing anything. Dad, brother, Steve were all playing video games. Steve suggests we go to the bar for penny beer. I'm like okay, great. Junior is leaving and this might our last time going out for a while.. Let's bring him. Steve then sits on his ass for hours playing his game...
If you didn't want to do nothing, why even make plans? Because you just wanted to appease me? Whatever, I decided we were still going.. Without Steve. But he also felt that was a good idea.
We leave. I left my phone in the car. He texts me a few times. I leave bar just before 11. I'm home right around midnight.
I get texts messages from my Dad about how I'm a shitty parent because I went out. I get berated by Steven for a half hour about being a shitty person, shitty wife, shitty parent.
Now I didn't say anything then... Because there is no point. My Dad and Steve are one sided people. They know the world how they see the world. That's who they are. You don't get no where arguing with a fool.
Steve wanted to bitch about my drinking. He bitched about times when he has had to give me rides because I was drunk.. Among other things. But here's the tripper.. He was rail roaded out of army because of HIS drinking problems. He has had cops and cps out to the house because of HIS drinking problems. He has been to jail, cool off rooms, AND court because of HIS drinking problems. But yep, cool.. I'm the bad guy.
His other thing: So people who follow me on OD know I quit writing because he made my diary his. He's on it more than I am. Okay, same with fb. My messages get sent straight to his phone. Well, last nightI saw a friend make a status saying why is no one around when I'm horny? I showed that to my brother and was rolling. I'm thinking did this fool really just? Lol so I comment ummmmm. He messages me and I guess it's a fb game trap. He sent me the messages with the rules and I wrote back oohh so you had a reason for that lol.... Yeah, that was a fight and a half with Steve. Big ole stink.
I hate my life. I hate this house. Hate might be strong. And it's probably not hate... But I'm miserable. I can't deal with this shit all the time. I'm the only one in house with job... And even that is stressful!! Then to live with unsupportive assholes... Fuck. Ugh
Work today, my Mom is coming tonight. We'll do a nice send off for Junior. We'll go see my aunt, who recently had a stroke... And maybe, just maybe, I'll forget about this crap.
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