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Hmm, life is so weird. Shane hates me...basically. I can't go anywhere in the car without singing. And, brothers, well, they mostly always say we sisters suck. Well, Shane has gone so far as to play with ring tones louder than the car CD player, bring earplugs-type things you wear when you go shooting, and just plain yellin' at me. I don't know why it bugs him so. He talks, swears, and just bugs the hell outta me...and I just sing. I'm not that bad. I'm not like the lady at church. Now she's bad. We've gotten in trouble, Shane and I because we were laughin' at her voice and her husband leaned in once and said 'I know what you're laughin' at...' I've thought they've hated us ever since, well, now it's better, they don't hate me anymore, I think she just doesn't like Shane now...sigh.
I wish I knew what to do! It's like he really hates me. I can't even fathom hate, but it's just like he hates me. He says he's mad all the time at the world because (half of the reason anyway) of me.
If anyone knows what to do with teenaged brothers who just about hate you, or if you know what I should do, HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
p.s. Maybe later I'll post my totally awesome singing lesson update!
-Love, but really sad, Jenn