The shit has hit the fan.
I'm of two minds about this. On the one hand, I'm not so much angry as I am disgusted and disappointed. On the other, I'm Really. Fucking. Pissed. OFF. Perhaps because of the way they went about it - like a bunch of little crybaby tattletales.
My brother and sister-in-law are officially on my shit list until further notice. I knew, deep down, that something like this was going to happen, so I'm glad I printed out copies of that Facebook fight when I did, because I think that helped neutralize some of the parental anger I got blasted with today. I'm irritated with my parents, too, but much less so than I am Brother and SIL. There's no way they wouldn't know of the trouble they can cause me by pissing over this. In fact, I knew they would do this for exactly this reason: they think they can get Mom and Dad to crack down on me and make me "behave." (Newsflash: doesn't work. The more you piss me off, the less inclined I am to cooperate.)
(Almost - almost - makes me wish I could talk to my brother right now and say, "Honey, you think that was "disrespectful?" You ain't seen nothin' yet, sweetie. How's about I go public with some letters or something and shred your precious Vatican protecting all those little child rapists, hmm? How's about your wonderful little Rethuglicans killing off every social support program in sight just because they have a burr up their asses about poor people and women, yet they'll piss away billions on wars that aren't necessary and pass stupid laws that are intrusive as hell while pretending they're so worried about 'big' government? You ain't got shit to stand on when it comes to claiming the moral high ground. Fuck your phony concern about babies - by the way, how many of those have you paid for and/or adopted because you pretend to care so much about them? - and fuck you for supporting an institution/politicians that think/s I'm automatically worth less because I'm stuck in a female body.")
I don't know how my parents found out about the fight - I'm pretty sure I know how, but it really doesn't matter - but I got a 6-page letter from Brother today that was full of Bible-banging bullshit and condescending as fuck. Mom made me open it, read it, and then made me give it to her so she could read it. And I showed her in turn the copies I'd made and told her my side of the story (which needless to say is pretty fucking different than from what those two have probably said). (I'll share the full contents later when I have more time to type - the library closes at 5 today and it's already a quarter to.)
Then I got treated to a nice little angry lecture about how I shouldn't have said anything, blah blah, we have to be supportive, blah blah, and I'm so "opinionated" and basically I'm a bad person for having stood up for myself. Oh, and I owe my brother an apology. Y'know, because I was "disrespectful" of their beliefs. (Naturally my own don't count.)
I don't know how yet I'm going to respond to this. I think this proves once and for all that I can't live with these people any more and still keep what's left of my sanity. Times like this, I kind of do wish I was back in Florida, but I know that's not the answer either. I DO know that one way or another, I'm *not* going to Texas for Christmas. I don't know how I'm going to work that yet, but I refuse to spend any more time around those people than I have to, and I'm not going to spend my holiday having to put up with a bunch of bullshit that I'm not allowed to refute. (Dad, when it was his turn to bitch at me, called Obama a Muslim and I fired right back, "where's the proof?" And then Mom said he said so right on TV - again, where's the proof of that? There's a lot of good reasons to be pissed at and/or disagree with Obama but somehow I seriously doubt that is one of them. But of course, I'm "blindly worshipping" Obama and I "think the sun shines down on him." Because I call bullshit on crap like that. For Christ's sake, if you're going to spew on him, at least have some fucking concrete proof to back it up, not the insane ramblings of the goddamn Teabaggers... And for the record, I *strongly* disagree with Obama about messing with Syria - I think that'd be a big mistake on his part, and I'm not just saying that because Brother's in the military.)
In other news, I am going to have to find new homes for two of my cats, KC and Boo. It's gotten to the point now where I just cannot afford to care for them anymore, and with my family the way it is, I can't infringe on them any more than is necessary, and I have to start figuring out how I'm going to take care of myself. So if anybody can help out there, I'd really appreciate it. I don't want to get rid of my cats, but I'm afraid have little choice in the matter.
My brother and sister-in-law are officially on my shit list until further notice. I knew, deep down, that something like this was going to happen, so I'm glad I printed out copies of that Facebook fight when I did, because I think that helped neutralize some of the parental anger I got blasted with today. I'm irritated with my parents, too, but much less so than I am Brother and SIL. There's no way they wouldn't know of the trouble they can cause me by pissing over this. In fact, I knew they would do this for exactly this reason: they think they can get Mom and Dad to crack down on me and make me "behave." (Newsflash: doesn't work. The more you piss me off, the less inclined I am to cooperate.)
(Almost - almost - makes me wish I could talk to my brother right now and say, "Honey, you think that was "disrespectful?" You ain't seen nothin' yet, sweetie. How's about I go public with some letters or something and shred your precious Vatican protecting all those little child rapists, hmm? How's about your wonderful little Rethuglicans killing off every social support program in sight just because they have a burr up their asses about poor people and women, yet they'll piss away billions on wars that aren't necessary and pass stupid laws that are intrusive as hell while pretending they're so worried about 'big' government? You ain't got shit to stand on when it comes to claiming the moral high ground. Fuck your phony concern about babies - by the way, how many of those have you paid for and/or adopted because you pretend to care so much about them? - and fuck you for supporting an institution/politicians that think/s I'm automatically worth less because I'm stuck in a female body.")
I don't know how my parents found out about the fight - I'm pretty sure I know how, but it really doesn't matter - but I got a 6-page letter from Brother today that was full of Bible-banging bullshit and condescending as fuck. Mom made me open it, read it, and then made me give it to her so she could read it. And I showed her in turn the copies I'd made and told her my side of the story (which needless to say is pretty fucking different than from what those two have probably said). (I'll share the full contents later when I have more time to type - the library closes at 5 today and it's already a quarter to.)
Then I got treated to a nice little angry lecture about how I shouldn't have said anything, blah blah, we have to be supportive, blah blah, and I'm so "opinionated" and basically I'm a bad person for having stood up for myself. Oh, and I owe my brother an apology. Y'know, because I was "disrespectful" of their beliefs. (Naturally my own don't count.)
I don't know how yet I'm going to respond to this. I think this proves once and for all that I can't live with these people any more and still keep what's left of my sanity. Times like this, I kind of do wish I was back in Florida, but I know that's not the answer either. I DO know that one way or another, I'm *not* going to Texas for Christmas. I don't know how I'm going to work that yet, but I refuse to spend any more time around those people than I have to, and I'm not going to spend my holiday having to put up with a bunch of bullshit that I'm not allowed to refute. (Dad, when it was his turn to bitch at me, called Obama a Muslim and I fired right back, "where's the proof?" And then Mom said he said so right on TV - again, where's the proof of that? There's a lot of good reasons to be pissed at and/or disagree with Obama but somehow I seriously doubt that is one of them. But of course, I'm "blindly worshipping" Obama and I "think the sun shines down on him." Because I call bullshit on crap like that. For Christ's sake, if you're going to spew on him, at least have some fucking concrete proof to back it up, not the insane ramblings of the goddamn Teabaggers... And for the record, I *strongly* disagree with Obama about messing with Syria - I think that'd be a big mistake on his part, and I'm not just saying that because Brother's in the military.)
In other news, I am going to have to find new homes for two of my cats, KC and Boo. It's gotten to the point now where I just cannot afford to care for them anymore, and with my family the way it is, I can't infringe on them any more than is necessary, and I have to start figuring out how I'm going to take care of myself. So if anybody can help out there, I'd really appreciate it. I don't want to get rid of my cats, but I'm afraid have little choice in the matter.