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Eight Day Migraine

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Family Catch-up

Yall know I’ve been stressed. I haven’t been posting a ton, but you remember the family drama, right? My (low contact) dad died and my sisters be crazy and I got tossed back into the turmoil I needed therapy to escape.

Actually, I just looked it up to backlink and I haven’t posted about it since the day he died. That’s how you know its stressful. You stop trying your stress relief and asking for help because it’s just fucked.

Hmm. Wow. How do we update this without a thesis? Dad died, obviously. I don’t get bereavement leave and took unpaid time to be there when he died. So lame. It’s not relevant, but I’m bitter.

So, my sister, the caretaker is kinda of taking charge of everything. Cause My father had a will that left the house to her but he never signed it because OF COURSE. And while he was with his GF for 16 years, they weren’t married and she had her own house closer to her work so they can’t establish common law marriage. So that leaves us with having to get an attorney to settle the estate and all 5 children have to agree to everything and/or get an equal cut.

So caretaker sister was doing that. She had already been doing a bunch of it and keeping everyone totally up to date. Then she went to pick up the death certificates and someone already had. Turns out secret family step brother had picked them up. He claimed it was to be helpful. But really he was getting his own attorney to get power of the estate — which doesn’t matter because the law would still be the same, but some people are stupid. Well, I actually saved the day by telling them that she could just go print a new one for $15 and she did so she beat him to it. But I still got yelled at a ton.

Why? Cause evil secret family step brother is trying to thwart everyone on every single fucking thing. First it was the death certificates. Then he filmed everything in the house to document it so nothing would be lost. Then fighing over what real estate agent to use. Refusing to let movers be paid for by the estate (my solution to “im not helping”) or help himself. And all through all of this shit he lying his teeth off about how he’s doing it to protect caregiver sister. Whatever.

Oh wait — so antifreeze sister and secret family step brother think there is money to be had. Cause dad lived like he had money. And they’re stupid. Dad owed years of back taxes and had a reverse mortgage. So no. I was on team — just let them reposes everything. But my siblings wanted to sell the house because even with the reverse mortgage there was/is money to be made. So I was like sure, I vote to sell too. So then they had to fix shit and pack up the house and move the packed up shit (cause dad was kind of a hoarder about buying ALL THE SHIT). And I got a fuck ton of flack for not being there helping. EVEN FROM MY SISTER IN LAW.

Yall, I wanted to let it get repossessed. I don’t want any of his shit. I’m not the one stealing death certificates and getting my own attorney. Yet I’m getting yelled at over text way too much. And secret family step brother is a total piece of shit. His attorney sent a letter of his demands which was everything with VIN plus everything of any value — plus dads retirement axe and medals. Like everything. Which I find especially scummy because he demanded the only two things the girl friend of 16 year wanted. Fucking piece of shit. I get that both of his parents had personality disorders so he surely does as well — but he has a wife. How is she justifying her husband acting like this? Someone dies and you just run in and try to take it all? I’m told they DID actually try to get the house too. They wanted to take out a reverse mortgage of their own to pay off dads reverse mortgage and they get the house. Yeah… the law don’t work like that.

So we’re selling dads house and vehicles and, now everything. And now that secret family step brother is fighting us in court, we’re going to have to sell EVERYTHING. Yeah, like even the personal shit. If you want it, you gotta buy it from the estate. Which, I don’t want any of it – but that’s harsh, man. Also, all the money we’re spending to fight his attorney will come out of the estate at the end. He’s gonna get 1/5th of the money no matter what — that’s the law. So why is he making it so difficult? Also, he still has one of the vehicles (illegally) and won’t give caretaker sister the millage to estimate it’s value for sell. Last I heard (over a week ago), she was going to have the attorney demand it be returned or report it missing if he doesn’t. Cause… you can’t have a car that’s not yours. Like what are you even thinking? It’s not in your name. How would you even renew the tags? What is happening?

And yes, I DO have all of these text messages muted. But I still see them. And it’s very stressful. And I’m tried of getting shat on by my family. Also, YALL ARE INSANE. This is a fucking soap opera. The step brother from dads secret family is suing us for everything after his death That’s a bad tv plot.

Work Catch-up

I haven’t posted at all about work. Because it’s a cluster fuck. I don’t know if you follow the news, but the US is kinda going up in flames at the moment. I’m a federal employee. So yadda yadda yadda, we gotta get rid of 2000 people. DRP, DRP2, VERA/VSIP — only half there, guys! So they cut all the probationary people. Not enough. Until recently, I didn’t have to worry too much, cause I’m a term. Meaning I was hired for a term. For the past few years, my company has only been letting people hire on as terms and not “perms” (permanent employees). They just extend the terms forever. So until recently, it didn’t affect me. They had to cut perms. My job wouldn’t affect anything. Well, then they decided that you could only have 10% overage as well — overage is the term employees. We have way too many. So until we get down to our goal staff, we can’t renew terms. My term is up January 17, 2026.

Well, they really need some of us. (LISTEN — there is government fat that needs cutting. You know who it is? The lifers that don’t do work and you can’t fire them. But this isn’t touching those people). So they were extending some terms to get us out of the cut window. But then FRAGO23 hit and they wouldn’t let them extend terms anymore. So I get called into a meeting with 3 up my chain of command to inform me my extension had not been processed yet. FUCK. They extended me and then reneged it!

So now I gotta find a job. Husband got laid off in April and so is in his gap year. SO I HAVE OUR HEALTH INSURANCE. We have savings and no debt so we are so awesome. Like everyone else is fucked and we are crazy blessed. But, I still need insurance. We can’t not have insurance. So I gotta find a job. With insurance. Now. And it’s more stressful job hunting when it’s just you with the insurance. I can’t go on husbands insurance — HES ON MINE.

So I’m job hunting! I’ve been to a symposium, a hiring event, and today I had an interview. Fun. Fun times. Not like everyone else isn’t looking for a job too. I fucking hate new jobs.

Migraine

So suffice to say, I’m fucking stressed to hell. I had my regular followup with my neurologist last month and they were like “how are your headaches?” And I was like really fucking bad. Cause anxiety and stress makes migraines worse. I know this. So I’m like — I’m stressed to fuck and my neck is jank. But they were like — well… we’re gonna do an MRI and more physical therapy for your neck anyway. Awesome.

Then last Monday, I started getting a bad headache. Mostly sound sensitive. PT on Tuesday and it started to become light sensitive. Wednesday we had a meeting with my new division at work.

— Wait — more background — were doing a whole new reorg and it is a CLUSTERFUCK. Like I am on the Titanic. So really, I think God is just forcing me out of this shitty job that he knew I wouldn’t leave due to inertia. —

New division is such an epic clusterfuck that you just can’t even say anything. You just have to go — yep. Ok. You wanna die, fine — lets go play music while the ship sinks. Great plan, AMERICA. So combine that with the Migraine and I left early.

Tuesday I had tried one rescue med. Wednesday I decided to try another. I can’t drive on that one so It meant taking Thursday off too. Yeah, neither worked. So Thursday, I call the neurologist twice. Then again once on Friday. And Friday at close, I get a call that they’re calling in a different rescue med.

Well, insurance doesn’t cover it. And their office is closed now for the weekend. The no cost help-pay option only works if insurance covers part of it — then the drug company pays the rest. So that’s no help. GoodRx price was $1,200. FOR HOW MANY? 10 pills. Can I get less? Hold. We can do 3 pills for $400. How much is a fucking dose? 1 pill. How much is one pill? $140. Fucking fill it.

Two days missed work, three rescue meds — one of which cost $140 — didn’t fix the migraine. So Monday I’m at work and my stomach is just going “im gonna barf im gonna barf im gonna barf.” I can wok through pain, but working through “im gonna barf” is significantly more difficult. So I call the neurologist again — I’ve missed 2 days of work and spent over $150 and you haven’t fixed it. And they’re like — yo you gotta go to the hospital or urgent care then. Wait WHAT? What the fuck can urgent care do?

So I call Urgent Care. They can give me two shots. Then if that doesn’t work, the next day, they can hook me up to some IVs. Holy shit, why didn’t anyone tell me this last week? I’m on my way.

So I go and they’re like rate your pain. I fucking hate rating my pain. I have a high pain tolerance and I really think that a 10 should be “I’ve cut my hand off but I can still talk and answer this question.” So I learned that you don’t give them a number, you tell them how it is affecting your life. So I was like driving makes me want to cry, I feel like I ate ecoli tainted mexican food, I’ve missed 2 days of work, and I paid $150 for a PILL. ONE PILL. Do you know how much ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS IS? And now I’m here even though this means I have to work late to make it up. “So 8 then?” Sure. Oh and, obviously, my head feels like it’s in a vice grip, but we discussed that’s easier to sit through than the barf thing.

So they gave me a shot in each side of my ass on Monday.

It’s Wednesday and I think we’re finally over the hump. I did think it was totally gone but I do admit that typing this, I have a bit of a headache.

It’s stress. Stress is going to kill me.

So this is what’s happening with me.

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I wanted to text my friends to let them know my drama cause I know it’s unhealthy to just bottle shit up and die. 

I also wanted to send my brother in law and sister in law a very abridged version so everyone can keep my mother in law from asking me about it. 

Then I thought, I’ll just post my trauma! Link the friends and cut it down for the in laws.  I’m so smart!

First we gotta background this shit. 

So like two years ago (maybe less?) my dad almost died from an infected ball hair.  He’s super diabetic cause he doesn’t take care of himself.  And then when his doctor was like, “you a diabetic.” He literally told us all “you’re not really a diabetic until you’re on insulin.” So naturally, he ended up needing insulin.  But he still never took care of himself.  And diabetics don’t handle infections well.  So he ends up hospitalized for an unknown infection.  It took days to find because I guess no one looked at his balls.  Which, fair,  makes sense, really. 

Anyway, he almost died.  And my family was insistent that someone needed to be with him 24 hours a day.  So shifts were arranged via group texts. 

I live 90 miles away with a full time job.   Not to mention I don’t even like that bastard, so I’m not taking a shift. 

Then after, I think, 2 months in the hospital he was sent to a super posh rehab.  Like live music in the cafeteria and golf having rehab.  But apparently, he needed multiple visitors per day because he thinks we’ve abandoned him.

Did I mention I hate this bastard?

So for months, I’m getting multiple texts PER DAY making arrangements to baby him (his dogs even visited every day).  And my mental health is suffering and I’m just becoming enraged at the lengths everyone has to go through for this son of a bitch. 

So I vent to my brother’s wife.  She tells me, they (my siblings) fully expect me to help so if I’m not going to, I need to let them know and to be asked to be removed from the chats.  That’s reasonable. 

NOTE: While venting about this my brother yells at me that SOMEONE’S IN THE HOSPITAL!  Keep that in mind for later. 

So that’s when my family disowned me.  It was very hard but I accepted this was the price of mental health.  Later, I made up with my brother because I like him.  He was more chill once things settled down.  Also, he’s hosted the last two Thanksgiving’s and I’m the only one in my family who showed up.  Well, one sister was at the last one.  But considering they live within sight of his house on the same block, fuck that. 

So now we’re up to this year.  My father still won’t take care of his health.  He won’t do stretches or try to be more mobile. So he can’t put on socks.  So he just wears his old shoes without socks.  And gets a blister.  His girlfriend notices it when she’s taking care of him and cleans it up.  Then goes to work.  Comes back the next day and it’s clearly red.  Yep, infection.  So he goes to the hospital.  Infection went to the bone so they amputated half his foot. 

Now remember how I said note my brother’s anger at me bowing out last time?  Well my brother’s family wouldn’t be involved this time.  They haven’t seen him in over a year because he disowned THEM.  Yep.  Even though they took care of him when he was dying.  And my brother’s wife is venting about how angry my sister is that they aren’t helping and I was just like “welcome to my side.  The side of the evil assholes.” You give everything and it’s not going to be good enough.  This man won’t even talk to MY NEPHEWS. 

Ok, you are mostly caught up. 

Last month, so less than a month ago, husband and I go down there for my nephews highschool graduation.  My sister and dads girlfriend are the only ones taking care of him because literally everyone else on earth hates him.  You see any friends?  I don’t. 

Sister says he’s doing really bad mentally so I begrudgingly go by to say hello.  He was very weak and frail.  Can’t get up or down by himself.  They have to take him to the toilet.  Really nursing home territory, but you tell my miserable sister that.  Anyway we did our due diligence.  Which oddly enough, means we had seen him more recently than my bro or my other sister. 

Semi relevant – last week was OTHER sisters birthday.  So I called.  Good God, what a mistake.  Stuck on the phone for two hours and just sent me into a complete mental spiral downward.  SHE LOST HER JOB! She finally had a job and an apartment and she lost it and can’t afford her rent and IM THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS THIS SHIT STORM IS COMING.

Very dark place mentally.  Husband is my rock though.  It’s not my business.  Stay out of it.  Maybe just never talk to your sisters. Reasonable suggestion.

Back to dad. Now we’ve known that he needs 24 hours care and my sister and the girlfriend have been doing it.  If they can’t, they have to hire a nurse or sitter. Sister has posted this drama all over social media.  But she never asked for help or money.  My brother’s wife even offered to go clean her house or dog-sit for my sister.  But she wouldn’t help with dad because dad kinda hates her whole family. 

Then last week (I just checked my phone, so not even a week ago), sister texts that she’s hiring hospice to help with dad.  Good.  They need some help.  Everyone texts that their condolences blah blah. 

BTW, no one even knows other sister is unemployed and should probably be helping out…

Then she sends a very long text about how heartbroken and beaten down she is that all of this has been on her shoulders and we’re all pieces of shit and she’s spent her savings on dad and blah blah. 

I mean, fair for me, but you never asked for help much less money from anyone.  Also, you don’t have to be the one taking care of him.  Let his girlfriend do it.  Or better yet, a nice nursing home! Somehow you are the entire codependent triangle AT THE SAME TIME.  Rescuer – Victim – Prosecutor.  Like I’ve been in therapy 20 years trying to break this triangle and you just like made it your triforce.  Well done. 

Well, my brother’s wife shot back that she’s reached out to help numerous times, just not willing to help directly with dad.  That was that. 

So this whole time sister has been slapping this drama on social media and how she’s all alone in this.  Hell, my fucking mother in law even asked about it last weekend. 

Like I’ve tried to explain “disowned” to her for two years but she just doesn’t get it. 

Then yesterday, I happen to hop on Facebook.  I don’t do that daily anymore.  (Note, my brother isn’t even on Facebook.)    There’s a post there by my sister tagging my father announcing that he is dying.  She’s tagging him in it so his friends that wish to say goodbye can come do so.

What the fuck?  You just not gonna tell anyone? 

So I screenshot it and send it to my brother’s wife cause I ain’t calling my crazy sister.  She’s in jury duty so she sends it to my brother and tells him to go over there and see what is going on.  (They haven’t seen Dad in over a year as were dads wishes).  So I call my brother and I tell him about how I knew he’d been in decline but when we saw him he was perfectly lucid and to let me know what’s going on. 

So they (brother and his wife) call me last night.  Yep, he dying.  Well, maybe? 

Apparently, this weekend he just started to decline rapidly and they don’t know why.  But he’s on hospice so it’s not like he’s going to the doctor.  They have him in a hospital bed and he can’t get up or move.  You can barely understand him.  They think he’s got days.  His girlfriend says it’s like he just doesn’t want to live anymore.  He won’t eat.  They’re having to change his diapers.  He’s in tons of pain.  Apparently, he’s confused and asking for people who aren’t there. 

So…

Um…

What do I do here, exactly?

They invited me to stay at their place if I want to come down this weekend which I suppose I kinda have to.  Like not for that asshole, dad.  But for my siblings.  I love my brother. 

My sister will hate me no matter what and she needs someone to hate so OK. 

They said I should call my sister (I’m the one who told THEM but I didn’t call my sister who told Facebook he’s dying but not his family).  I called.  She didn’t answer.  I texted.  No text back.  Actually, last week I texted her after her text rant that I wanted to send her some diamond art coasters that is a very mindless zen art project she could easily pick up and put down.  Never got a reply.   I’m telling y’all, hates me.  I told her I’d try to call again today.  I’ll do that when I get home and have husband support. 

As for visiting, I don’t know?  I mean… I guess?  Husband thinks the best thing to do is follow brothers lead.  Husband also points out that we don’t even know what things will look like this weekend (as in how fast is he declining?).  He could also just be like this for years, who the hell knows? 

Brother thinks it will be soon though.  So like I guess go down and take his favorite cake (since he apparently won’t eat).  But like we’re just gonna be there awkwardly standing around?  Will he even recognize us?  And hate will be oozing from my sister. 

I just don’t know.  What a cluster fuck. 

I asked them if we should call other sister (WHO NO ONE KNOWS DOESN’T HAVE A JOB) and none of us wanted to do that.  Even brother was like “she’ll see it on Facebook.”

Oh what a fucked up family situation. 

IM IN METAL DISTRESS.  TELL MY MOTHER IN LAW I DON’T WANT TO BE ASKED ABOUT IT.  This is not the time to try to explain these crazy ass dynamics to someone who hasn’t figured out what a carb is for 8 years and doesn’t understand that they hate me. 

So this is 85% of my brain capacity right now.  I’ve got stress tummy.  I’m just trying to get through my day.  Do I call? Do I visit?  I DON’T KNOW.  What gets me judged as least evil, I guess?

And everyone always says I’ll regret not forgiving my father but even if I were capable of that, it’s kinda too late. And I ain’t anywhere near that.  His chances died with my mother. 

…Or maybe when he killed my dog, Smokey, and laughed about it,  there was just no coming back. 

But he can never make amends to my mother and I hate him more for that than anything else. 

UPDATE:  Oh fuck me.  Ok. 

*C is the miserable sister taking care of dad. 

*J is the loser sister who doesn’t have a job. 

*H is my brother’s wife.

I just talked to H.  C texted J to ask why she wasn’t visiting. (Also, somehow they know she doesn’t have a job).  J asked why she needed to.  C says he’s dying.  J says she might come tomorrow. 

H calls J.  J says she doesn’t have a job and doesn’t have gas money.  H says she’ll pay for her gas, she needs to see dad.  Then…

J goes on a rant about how C’s stress is more important HER stress (it is).  And says she might as well just drink antifreeze and let us smell her body. 

H was like, I just didn’t even respond. 

How do you even begin to explain this shit to anyone?

UPDATE 2: Welp.  I’m here.  Brother called at 3am and said the end is nigh.  So I came down. 

Unfortunately, J is here too.  She won’t talk to anyone but I guess the antifreeze thing didn’t pan out.  Which , really?  You live in an apartment and don’t take care of your car.  You don’t have antifreeze.  You’re too lazy to go get it and too broke to buy it.  What a stupid suicide threat.  And also, you live in an apartment, we would just get a phone call after they cleaned up your biohazard ass. 

Oh my lord, how could you even begin to explain these dynamics to anyone?

I came for my brother.  Also, no one can say I didn’t come. 

Fox News is on the TVs.  So that’s fun. 

I activated my support network this morning.  I’m not sad, but I God I gotta keep the crazy out. 

Fucking Life BS

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First, I would like to start off with a fuck you to Facebook who wants me to update this fun frivolous photo of my dead mother laughing with a funny pool float she bought during her last summer on this Earth. 

Fuck youuuuuuuuu

Also, work sucks.  You know, status quo, now.  We’ve met about half of our “must eliminate ” quota from this fine government regime.  Only 323 more positions to eliminate.  They’ll all take the buy out, right?  Right? Even though literally no one is hiring right now?  It’s totally gonna be fine. 

Also, I called my sister for her birthday.  Man that put me in a dark place.  Like just threw me back into that born-and-raised Codependent Life.  I resisted any urge to reach out to any other family.  To try and hedge against the tsunami coming.  To warn them.  To yell OH MY GOD WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN?  To gossip. 

I do feel that codependency guilt.  Like a lot.  I’m not OK.  But my husband is giving me strength to keep my mouth shut and stay out of that business.  Not my business. 

But like isn’t it?  Now I’m just feeling even more guilty about all the BS shoved on my family.  But like, they don’t HAVE to pick up the bullshit.  If anything, my brother and his family proved that this year.  They were shunning my cold heartedness last time dad almost died and babysitting him 24/7.  They have completely abstained this time.  So like, it can be done by not JUST me.  SIL is talking about how sister is mad at her for not helping.  Yeah, welcome to my world.  Y’all sure judged me last time.  See how it is?

Ugh.  Family trauma.  Dead mom.  POS dad keeps almost dying and now needs 24/7 care but only his girl friend and one sister are taking care of him and they’re drowning.  And of course very resentful of the rest of us.

And now the rest of this other sister bullshit is coming at them and they don’t even know it’s coming.  ONLY I KNOW. 

I mean at least no one’s gonna ask us for money.  Husband got laid off and the entire US wants me to lose my job and y’all voted for it.  So nope, we poor.  Keep off the lawn. 

Speaking of lawn, there was a turtle in the yard today. 

That is all.

A Passive Aggressive Christmas

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So this year, Mr C and I spent Christmas with my family. It’s only 90 miles away but we planned to spend the night. My family does their big celebration on Christmas Eve so as to not have to fight for everyone’s time. Everyone’s free on Christmas Eve. So we went down on Christmas Eve and planned to sleep over at Sister1’s house, have Christmas brunch and head home on Christmas. Really just a formality as I feel bad that we spend a week with my in laws but only spend 24 hours with my own family. So we could at least do that.

We’d usually sleep at my brothers house, but they were full for the night. They had to take custody of SIL’s niece. Her mom was a drug addict. She’s supposed to be better now though so they’re working with her and bio-mom was sleeping over for Christmas. So they had a full house — but also a damn full plate of drama of their own. So we’d sleep at Sister1’s house — where Sister2 also lives. Plan. Not ideal because Sister1 has a big dog, but whatever – it’s one night. (Brother has 2 big dogs, but unlike the rest of my family, he trains them. His dogs are insanely well behaved.)

So dinner is at Dad’s at 5. He has forbidden present exchanges so we got to my bros house at 4 to exchange gifts. Well, Sister1 decided not to come cause she didn’t feel good. That’s fine, she has RA really bad and it really brings down her quality of life. Understood. However, since Sister1 wasn’t going to come, Sister2 decided not to either. This pissed SIL off very much because they’re having a feud right now. But whatever. We gave the nephews and kinda-now-niece their presents.

SIL explains that Sister1 is sick with a cold so that’s why she’s not feeling good. Wait, what? No one told us anyone was sick. She explains that Sister1 has had a cough for about a week now. Two things: Mr C is a germaphobe who didn’t want to be there anyway. Also, I have no PTO so I can’t get sick. It’s not an option. I gotta work. So we decide not to spend the night at Sister1’s house.

Sounds simple? Not simple. I about had a panic attack over this decision because this was gonna piss Sister1 off and I knew this would be a nuclear bomb. But Mr C is very supportive and said he’d go with whatever decision I made. So I texted them that we wouldn’t be spending then night. Then I had a mini panic attack but Mr C was very nice and let me sit in the car and calm down. Then we got out of the car at Dads. Sisters had just pulled up.

Sister1 immediately laid into me something fierce. She was furious. She said she wasn’t sick that it was just her RA and she can’t help it. So I’m being an asshole over something she can’t help. I tried to explain it was over the cough but she said she’d taken multiple covid tests and she wasn’t sick. (Which, if you weren’t sick, why did you take covid tests? Someone’s lying.) After screaming at me in the driveway in front of my husband, Bro and SIL arrive. I try to explain to SIL what is going on but she’s having major neice baby-momma drama of her own and needs a xanax and a couple of drinks. Fair. Merry Christmas.

So we go in and pretend to be a happy family, cause that’s what we do on holidays. But Sister1 is still furious. She won’t speak to me or look at me. If I move towards her, she leaves the room. At one point, she had to walk past me and went all the way around all the furniture so as to avoid me. It was really obvious. I pointed it out to my husband who reassured me, I’m not crazy — she’s crazy. But I felt like SHIT. Absolute trash.

So dinner was OK. Affair child and his family came. Dad loves to coo over affair child’s child. He was never nice to any of us or even my nephews. So it kinda just makes me sick. Like, I know he’s kinda probably got a bit of dementia, he’s bonafide insane, and is now on psychiatric medications. So like he’s different. Logical me knows this. But emotional me sees him as an evil bastard who ruined pretty much everyone’s lives just for shits and giggles. HE SHOT MY DOG.

Ok, breathe.

So I walk in the kitchen where SIL is and — just to make sure I’m not insane — I clarify that he never treated her kids so nicely and isn’t that kinda gross? She agrees. Ok, I’m not crazy. But by this point in the night she was taking shots and so was Dad’s girlfriend cause — family holidays, am I right? Oh yeah and Dad has 2 huge untrained dogs and Sister1 brought her dog, so in the background and all around you are 3 huge dogs play fighting. Also a sad little blind, deaf, and incontinent little dog but I mean, you can’t fault him. He just wants the other dogs to leave him alone.

Then girl friend actually starts talking about making him (Dad) go back to a psychologist — not just a psychiatrist who gives meds, but an actual therapist because of how bad he’s been the past two years. She’s actually started to have heart troubles because of the stress of this bastard. So I’m like girlfriend, it’s not just two years. I know for a fact he’s been an asshole for 40 years minimum, and thats just what I can actually verify first hand. Why does she stay? IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE.

So after dinner we go to the Sister’s house and give them their gifts (because again, Dad had banned gift giving at his house). I was surprised she let us in at all. It wasn’t bad. But we did go home that night. I mean after the way she had treated me all night, there was no winning. Like you want to bully me into sleeping over because you’re angry? WTF?

So we slept in our own bed which was nice. Wouldn’t have had a good nights sleep on her air mattress. And we didn’t have to drive home or do anything so we got to sleep late and chill. We opened gifts. I had eggnog and Mr C had cookies. I took pictures. Later that evening, Mr C took me to look at the Tinsel Trail Christmas lights. But Christmas was kinda ruined.

Sister1 is still so angry she won’t talk to me or respond to texts. She’s acting like I’m being ableist against her RA when I just didn’t want to catch her COUGH. But she denies ever having a cough so it’s moot. So yeah, she hates me now. She’ll hate me for a few months and then maybe get over it a little bit. We’ll see. I feel REALLY bad. So it kinda spoiled my Christmas.

Yay, family!