Times will be . . . interesting
. . . for the next nine months, and the next eighteen or so years after that. No, I'm not pregnant, and my (hopefully short winded) rant is going to go behind a cut for those who don't want their friends page cluttered with it.
So, my nineteen year old (I forgot, she had a birthday in February) sister is apparently pregnant. I find myself hoping desperately that she's lying in a search for attention, because I know her mental problems. She tells me she's functioning okay without her meds and since I live two states away I can only hope that's the case, but . . . not only am I the things I said in the cut text, I'm also the sanest of my siblings and I. I'm the only one not on psych meds, the only one who's finished high school - let alone had some college - though my brother's only fifteen and still might do it. A big sister can hope, at any rate. She's engaged, and honestly the same thing could have happened to Jerry and me; two years into our marriage, up until I was pregnant with Morgen, we thought he couldn't have kids because it hadn't. Regardless - even then, I was a lot more capable of dealing with such things, I tend to think. I just hope that if she isn't lying, she's smart about all of this.
Because, you see, she's a smoker, and not just of cigarettes, and goodness only knows what else she does - I don't ask, she doesn't tell - that would be bad for a baby. I know she doesn't eat right, or have reasonable sleep patterns, or . . . well.
Clearly, this is me not reserving judgment. Maybe I'm an asshole for it, but I think I'm just being a concerned older sister.
I love my family, really I do, but a lot of the time? They suck as badly as the one I married into.
So, my nineteen year old (I forgot, she had a birthday in February) sister is apparently pregnant. I find myself hoping desperately that she's lying in a search for attention, because I know her mental problems. She tells me she's functioning okay without her meds and since I live two states away I can only hope that's the case, but . . . not only am I the things I said in the cut text, I'm also the sanest of my siblings and I. I'm the only one not on psych meds, the only one who's finished high school - let alone had some college - though my brother's only fifteen and still might do it. A big sister can hope, at any rate. She's engaged, and honestly the same thing could have happened to Jerry and me; two years into our marriage, up until I was pregnant with Morgen, we thought he couldn't have kids because it hadn't. Regardless - even then, I was a lot more capable of dealing with such things, I tend to think. I just hope that if she isn't lying, she's smart about all of this.
Because, you see, she's a smoker, and not just of cigarettes, and goodness only knows what else she does - I don't ask, she doesn't tell - that would be bad for a baby. I know she doesn't eat right, or have reasonable sleep patterns, or . . . well.
Clearly, this is me not reserving judgment. Maybe I'm an asshole for it, but I think I'm just being a concerned older sister.
I love my family, really I do, but a lot of the time? They suck as badly as the one I married into.