I must ask what the point of hoping people can change is. It isn't even that you think they will, but you keep that small bit of faith that, in the end, just leads you on and leaves you hating yourself for wasting the time. My sister is 28, an entire ten years older than I, and is notorious for making bullshit promises, screwing over anyone naive enough to trust her, and being unappreciative of the shit people do for her. I expected otherwise, but I kept a tiny bit of faith for her this time as did my family.
While we lived in our modest yet comfortable snow-covered wonderland, my sister remained warm and cozy in Florida where she's lived for years. We were used to not hearing from her; her phone number changed weekly, and she never seemed to bother contacting us until she needed something. Most of the time she'd call with some new business plan revolving around stripping, bachelor parties, and webcams. It was always the same thing. "Alyssa, can you please make me a website? I want [insert requests here], and I'll pay you, okay?" I've only ever tried to help her once, and it was for the first request she ever made. Seeing how quickly she moved to the next idea, as well as how she never mentioned pay for that job again, I decided it wasn't worth wasting my time. Plus, I'm fairly sure hiring your 14-17 year old sister to create a website for an adult business is illegal. I sometimes wonder why she didn't try getting her GED and a different type of job. I'm not saying stripping is a crappy job or that every stripper needs to go out and find a "real" one, but it isn't the most stable way to make money. She's demonstrated that recently, giving up a comfortable life for more shoddy surroundings. I can't say it was only the unpredictable payout of stripping, though.
My sister recently admitted that she was addicted to pain pills such as oxycodone. We also learned, though not from her, that she was selling herself as an escort on a craigslist-type site under an alias. I even managed to find her ad on the website. My mom was in tears for days, worrying about her daughter and the life she's made for herself. She was determined to save my sister, and after talking to her a few times, she decided to take a flight to Florida to go pick her up. This would be the first time I was home alone for more than a night, a surprisingly anxious-ridden experience. They drove back in my sister's car, many of her belongings packed tightly into the backseat and trunk. She looked sorta rough compared to the last time I saw her nearly three years ago. She brought a lot of shit with her, including two small Shih Tzu dogs. I wondered how it would work seeing as we're not really supposed to have dogs. Oh, and at least one of them isn't potty trained; my sister didn't even really try to deal with that, and my mom had to take it upon herself to buy puppy pads for them.
The first few days were uneventful. Mostly, she stayed with my mom watching movies, trying to find old friends on Myspace or through other people, and sleeping. Before the first week was up, just a few days ago, she started taking a more active approach. She started looking for a new job and had me look for strip clubs in the area. She made plans with an ex-boyfriend in South Carolina to fly up here and drive her back down there so she could work (apparently she got an old job back). She went out to see friends and stayed out til dawn or later. It's almost 5pm right now and she still isn't home. She has an excuse, though. Her friend took her car for an oil change, and apparently someone used the wrong screw a previous time (???) and it screwed up her car. She called up crying, saying she needed $700 to fix it. Really? Reaalllyyy? Sounds kinda shady to me. There are three possibilities with this one: there really is something wrong that costs $700 to fix, they're trying to scam some money out of her because she's so gullible, or she's trying to scam us out of some money because she thinks we're gullible. I'm kinda wondering how it will turn out.
Needless to say, my sister's bullshit has put a huge strain on our family. My aunts and grandparents, a few of whom didn't approve of my mom going to get my sister in the first place, are angry at my sister's lack of respect, judgement, appreciation and care. Two of my aunts even went so far as to say if my mom didn't deal with my sister, they would do it for her. My mom is far more depressed and angry now than she was before last week. There is so much rage built up inside her that making her explode is far too easy. I filled out a FAFSA a couple days ago, and I had to access her bank information as well as use her tax forms to finish. I figured she wouldn't mind since it was for educational purposes, and since I dropped out of high school last year, I know she's really pulling for me to go to college. When I told her I used her information, though, she completely blew up on me. I listened to her shout at me while we drove home from Walgreens. Things like "I can't fucking believe you got into my fucking shit" or "I trust you as much as I trust your sister now," keeping in mind that my sister has stolen personal items, money and once even my mom's car years ago. All I could think of was how the hell did using her information to fill out an application for federal financial aid result in her tearing me apart. I'm overly sensitive, and her screaming at me pretty much broke me. As soon as we got home, she kept screaming, and I locked myself in my room with a bottle of chocolate milk and my iPod. After a bit she came in, apologized, begged to make it up to me, etc. The usual. Took me at least twenty minutes to stop sobbing at which point she'd managed to make me feel better- and entice me with Chinese food.
I'm unsure whether or not she knows my mom has been taking out her anger on me, though I doubt she'd really give a damn. She's way too selfish to consider that she's not the only person with problems. I hear she's going to be back soon, which I don't care too much about. I'm expecting a shouting match between them soon, and I'm positive my sister will try to whore herself out as a victim during it. I'm even considering getting involved. Conflict isn't my sort of thing, but I've always wanted to verbally harass my sister for being such a cunt. I'm hoping it's resolved soon, whether that means her coming to terms with house rules or finding a new place to stay. She can take her fucking dogs, too. They're cute and all, but all they do is piss and shit on the floor and get into the garbage. She leaves them here and never even fucking feeds them. I know I shouldn't really say this, but damn I hate my sister sometimes.
Didn't think my first blog would be so heavy, but getting the whole thing out really made me feel better- even if no one else reads it. If anyone does read it though, expect updates on my sister situation. :]
Update: Right as I was about to publish this, my sister walked in. It's just past 5 pm, and she's been out since at least noon yesterday. My, my. What have you been doing. Oh, nevermind. She just said she got "soo drunk last night." Way to go out and party while we're here taking care of your dogs and wondering where the fuck you are.
Until next time. <3
While we lived in our modest yet comfortable snow-covered wonderland, my sister remained warm and cozy in Florida where she's lived for years. We were used to not hearing from her; her phone number changed weekly, and she never seemed to bother contacting us until she needed something. Most of the time she'd call with some new business plan revolving around stripping, bachelor parties, and webcams. It was always the same thing. "Alyssa, can you please make me a website? I want [insert requests here], and I'll pay you, okay?" I've only ever tried to help her once, and it was for the first request she ever made. Seeing how quickly she moved to the next idea, as well as how she never mentioned pay for that job again, I decided it wasn't worth wasting my time. Plus, I'm fairly sure hiring your 14-17 year old sister to create a website for an adult business is illegal. I sometimes wonder why she didn't try getting her GED and a different type of job. I'm not saying stripping is a crappy job or that every stripper needs to go out and find a "real" one, but it isn't the most stable way to make money. She's demonstrated that recently, giving up a comfortable life for more shoddy surroundings. I can't say it was only the unpredictable payout of stripping, though.
My sister recently admitted that she was addicted to pain pills such as oxycodone. We also learned, though not from her, that she was selling herself as an escort on a craigslist-type site under an alias. I even managed to find her ad on the website. My mom was in tears for days, worrying about her daughter and the life she's made for herself. She was determined to save my sister, and after talking to her a few times, she decided to take a flight to Florida to go pick her up. This would be the first time I was home alone for more than a night, a surprisingly anxious-ridden experience. They drove back in my sister's car, many of her belongings packed tightly into the backseat and trunk. She looked sorta rough compared to the last time I saw her nearly three years ago. She brought a lot of shit with her, including two small Shih Tzu dogs. I wondered how it would work seeing as we're not really supposed to have dogs. Oh, and at least one of them isn't potty trained; my sister didn't even really try to deal with that, and my mom had to take it upon herself to buy puppy pads for them.
The first few days were uneventful. Mostly, she stayed with my mom watching movies, trying to find old friends on Myspace or through other people, and sleeping. Before the first week was up, just a few days ago, she started taking a more active approach. She started looking for a new job and had me look for strip clubs in the area. She made plans with an ex-boyfriend in South Carolina to fly up here and drive her back down there so she could work (apparently she got an old job back). She went out to see friends and stayed out til dawn or later. It's almost 5pm right now and she still isn't home. She has an excuse, though. Her friend took her car for an oil change, and apparently someone used the wrong screw a previous time (???) and it screwed up her car. She called up crying, saying she needed $700 to fix it. Really? Reaalllyyy? Sounds kinda shady to me. There are three possibilities with this one: there really is something wrong that costs $700 to fix, they're trying to scam some money out of her because she's so gullible, or she's trying to scam us out of some money because she thinks we're gullible. I'm kinda wondering how it will turn out.
Needless to say, my sister's bullshit has put a huge strain on our family. My aunts and grandparents, a few of whom didn't approve of my mom going to get my sister in the first place, are angry at my sister's lack of respect, judgement, appreciation and care. Two of my aunts even went so far as to say if my mom didn't deal with my sister, they would do it for her. My mom is far more depressed and angry now than she was before last week. There is so much rage built up inside her that making her explode is far too easy. I filled out a FAFSA a couple days ago, and I had to access her bank information as well as use her tax forms to finish. I figured she wouldn't mind since it was for educational purposes, and since I dropped out of high school last year, I know she's really pulling for me to go to college. When I told her I used her information, though, she completely blew up on me. I listened to her shout at me while we drove home from Walgreens. Things like "I can't fucking believe you got into my fucking shit" or "I trust you as much as I trust your sister now," keeping in mind that my sister has stolen personal items, money and once even my mom's car years ago. All I could think of was how the hell did using her information to fill out an application for federal financial aid result in her tearing me apart. I'm overly sensitive, and her screaming at me pretty much broke me. As soon as we got home, she kept screaming, and I locked myself in my room with a bottle of chocolate milk and my iPod. After a bit she came in, apologized, begged to make it up to me, etc. The usual. Took me at least twenty minutes to stop sobbing at which point she'd managed to make me feel better- and entice me with Chinese food.
I'm unsure whether or not she knows my mom has been taking out her anger on me, though I doubt she'd really give a damn. She's way too selfish to consider that she's not the only person with problems. I hear she's going to be back soon, which I don't care too much about. I'm expecting a shouting match between them soon, and I'm positive my sister will try to whore herself out as a victim during it. I'm even considering getting involved. Conflict isn't my sort of thing, but I've always wanted to verbally harass my sister for being such a cunt. I'm hoping it's resolved soon, whether that means her coming to terms with house rules or finding a new place to stay. She can take her fucking dogs, too. They're cute and all, but all they do is piss and shit on the floor and get into the garbage. She leaves them here and never even fucking feeds them. I know I shouldn't really say this, but damn I hate my sister sometimes.
Didn't think my first blog would be so heavy, but getting the whole thing out really made me feel better- even if no one else reads it. If anyone does read it though, expect updates on my sister situation. :]
Update: Right as I was about to publish this, my sister walked in. It's just past 5 pm, and she's been out since at least noon yesterday. My, my. What have you been doing. Oh, nevermind. She just said she got "soo drunk last night." Way to go out and party while we're here taking care of your dogs and wondering where the fuck you are.
Until next time. <3
I am sorry to hear your mother took some of the frustration and anger out on you.
I used to get that a lot in my house hold. My half sister would do so many awful things and sense I am the youngest and was not old enough to move out or drive I was usually the one taking the brunt of the anger.
I hope the situation works itself out though, and try to not hold a grudge against your mother it sounds like you are all under a lot of stress but maybe her a little more so.
Thanks for reassuring me that I'm not just talking to myself, aha.