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I'm possibly the one out of every three people whoes parent(s) kick out of the home to fend for themselves. I have been fortunant for living with my friend, and viseting my boyfriend for long times to help me threw all of this. However, I now know that I want to make it out on my own, and that I want to be on my own for a while before I settle down to start a family of my own. Talking it over with my mother, the one who kicked me out, she gotten it in her head that I wanted to move back in with her, and she's trying her hardest to steer me away from what I want to do with my life. After reviewing, and thinking it over you never know. I realize how much happier and better I am from being kicked out of the house, then to be living in it. My brother and sister have problems, my little brother gets little to no attention from my mom, who just waists her time at the computer or at the tv. She works, but she works hours that are hard on the family. Reviewing and watching these things still being present since I left, I know that I don't ever wish to go back. Yes, it does sound mean, but in reality, I am better off to not get involved with my families personal space and their out bursts and what nots, then I am when I get dragged into them. It might be looking either familear or wrong to see one person's view on their family, but to be honest, only I know my family. My immidiate family that is, and they are rather screwed up. All of them.
The closest things I have outside my immidiate family is my grandmother, who tends to spoil my older cousin, then blames me for my actions when she's done 20x's more worst. And my aunt, who never ever goes to family gatherings unless it's to show off her latest three month lover. She didn't even go to her daughter's 21st birthday party, but my grandmother couldn't figure out why my mother didn't want to go to her party? It might be because their birthdays are only a day apart of eachother. Sheesh! My grandma blames me for things that I do, like talk on the phone two minuets longer then I'm suppose to, or stay up 15 minuets later then I should. However, my cousin has done worst, and she don't get blamed for anything. Halloween, this year, is a perfect example. I wanted to dress up and get candy. It's fun, it's something to do, and I was bored. She got pissed because I still like to trick or treat, who dosn't? I went tick or treating with some friends that I knew in high school, and had fun. Before I left, she told me that people don't like to give candy out to older kids. While trick or treating, I was thanked for dressing up and enjoying the holiday like any other person.
My aunt always saw me as a competition to men, and felt that she has to have the most relationships. That's why all hers only last for three months. She's never once told me why she has to feel like she should just yell at me for her own actions, and for her reasons. At least I go to family get togethers, unlike her. She, like my cousin, don't get blamed for certain things, but then she also puts the blame onto me. I really hate it, and tire of her. I go shopping for food with my money, and she eats it all, stating that I'm nothing more then a lazy person who can't do anything right. Puh! Yeah right! The only real lazy person is her, she works, she don't pay any bills, but yet is on the computer for 12 hours a day, then goes up to her room to smoke it to the high heavens, and sleep. She don't even take care of her own cat, who ended up pissing all over the room, making it smell even worse, and is a health risk as well. She's a nurse, and inhales the amonia of cat pee, which is pretty deadly. Don't judge a book by it's cover? More like, don't even look at the book itself, and forget that it exists.
 FoxyGrimReapess · Thu Nov 03, 2005 @ 10:36am · 0 Comments |
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