Torn up.
There are things in this life that no matter how you take it, it gets rough. Family issues can be one of them. Regardless of how you deal with a problem, emotions, logic, or just plain old apathy, most of the time family issues will still hurt you even if you aren't apart of all the hullabaloo. Listening to the constant fighting and bickering that goes on between my parents and my sister is just so painful to listen to. Even putting on headphones, playing games, listening to movies...the sound is just so penetrating.
Ever since I moved back in, I seem to have been brought to tears more so than I have in the last three years of my life. This time though, it's no longer stupid girlfriend issues or me just being a fucking idiot. This is the real stuff. The kind of issues that break people, the kind of issues that fuck up your mind so much, it changes just who you are. How I deal with some of this now will determine my outlook on the better part of my future.
The low-down. My sister has been gone from this house for the better part of a year. She's a specter as far as this house is concerned. When she needs money, or a place to stay cause her boyfriend and her had a fight, she comes here. She has become the harbinger of stress, the very incarnation of the mental issue that ages so many CEOs and turns them into stripper and Starbucks addicts.
Now though, she's pregnant. Eighteen, pregnant, and demanding. Not just asking for help, but yelling at the top of her gigantic lungs for all the world to behold. Entitlement, I hate it so much. This whole idea that because you are here or there that you deserve this treatment or leeway is so much utter bullshit that it makes me gag.
The plot thickens. The parents are fed up with it. The vampire has been making it's nightly rounds to suck out the life from them, and now they are finally raising their stakes in revolt. They offered her help and a place to stay, but she wants more than that. She makes claims, start fights, and just ruins everything. Now they are telling her to just stay away and do things her own way. The ties that bind have been severed.
Logos. It makes the most sense. Got stress? Cut it out of your life. Put a stopper in the drain of money, resources, work, and help. If you get no result, then why keep trying?
Pathos. Regardless of how much I hate everything she's done, and how shitty she treats everyone, something makes me hold back my gavel before it hits the slate. She is my sister. I don't really even like her, but still I hold back. This whole thing just plain old sucks. I love my parents, and they need to do this to stay sane. I agree with them, she's just too much. But still, sometimes blood is just so thick it clogs the judgment pipeline.
Tl:DR - Shit sucks. Don't think anyone read this anyways.
Ever since I moved back in, I seem to have been brought to tears more so than I have in the last three years of my life. This time though, it's no longer stupid girlfriend issues or me just being a fucking idiot. This is the real stuff. The kind of issues that break people, the kind of issues that fuck up your mind so much, it changes just who you are. How I deal with some of this now will determine my outlook on the better part of my future.
The low-down. My sister has been gone from this house for the better part of a year. She's a specter as far as this house is concerned. When she needs money, or a place to stay cause her boyfriend and her had a fight, she comes here. She has become the harbinger of stress, the very incarnation of the mental issue that ages so many CEOs and turns them into stripper and Starbucks addicts.
Now though, she's pregnant. Eighteen, pregnant, and demanding. Not just asking for help, but yelling at the top of her gigantic lungs for all the world to behold. Entitlement, I hate it so much. This whole idea that because you are here or there that you deserve this treatment or leeway is so much utter bullshit that it makes me gag.
The plot thickens. The parents are fed up with it. The vampire has been making it's nightly rounds to suck out the life from them, and now they are finally raising their stakes in revolt. They offered her help and a place to stay, but she wants more than that. She makes claims, start fights, and just ruins everything. Now they are telling her to just stay away and do things her own way. The ties that bind have been severed.
Logos. It makes the most sense. Got stress? Cut it out of your life. Put a stopper in the drain of money, resources, work, and help. If you get no result, then why keep trying?
Pathos. Regardless of how much I hate everything she's done, and how shitty she treats everyone, something makes me hold back my gavel before it hits the slate. She is my sister. I don't really even like her, but still I hold back. This whole thing just plain old sucks. I love my parents, and they need to do this to stay sane. I agree with them, she's just too much. But still, sometimes blood is just so thick it clogs the judgment pipeline.
Tl:DR - Shit sucks. Don't think anyone read this anyways.