Conversations

Literally ten minutes after I finished the entry yesterday.

Mommy Dearest: "Well, I guess Uncle D can take you since he doesn't have a job and Sister 1 can just pick you up."

Me: (staring in disbelief at her insensitivity) "Thank you for that." as I walk out of the kitchen.

MD: trailing out behind me "You get worked up over every little thing; you're not normal."

Me: "I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU THAT FOR MONTHS NOW!!!!!!!!!"

The month before I had asked Sister1 to take me to the mall (in exchange for me filling her tank) so I could get something to wear to my besty's b-day. The agreement was that I would fill her tank and we would go early in order to be back in time for her to go out with her friends that afternoon. I woke up early and tried to get her up. She wouldn't get up; even after I reminded her that she had plans and agreed to take me. She finally got up an hour later and sent a text to me: This shit is getting old. The bitch needs to get her license etc. etc. I text her back that she clearly sent this to the wrong person. Five minutes later Mommy Dearest called and asked me what was wrong and what had I done. Yes, what had I done to S1.

I was upset the rest of the day. Crying, bawling, blubbering all day - on the way to mall in the passenger seat with my sister, on the way home from the mall, and outside the tattoo parlor where my sister was talking shit with her besty about me. Am I pathetic? Yes, I have never claimed not to be. So, from that point on I would never ask for S1 to take me anywhere, ever.