Tis The Season For Dread
Here come the holidays, the most exhausting part of the year. Time to spend money and slap a shit-eating smile on my face as I deal with my goddamn family. I'm hoping and praying to every deity I can think of that Briana doesn't come to Thanksgiving. Last year she came in and immediately proceeded to scream at all of us. We still have no idea why. She left, and we were relieved, but then she kept calling to bitch us out some more. She can't NOT start drama, and it's soooo frustrating. She tried to start something at my mom's BENEFIT DINNER. Luckily Grandma pulled her aside and told her to knock it off. Otherwise I may have hit her. She always goes on and on about how she knows we think she's a bad mother and all that crap. Maybe because we do. She had that baby for all the wrong reasons and was completely unprepared to raise him. Now she's pregnant YET AGAIN and I want to kill her. Does she seriously think that the state will let her keep this baby? She can only have supervised visits with Dakota. She doesn't have her diploma, she has no job, no place of her own. What the fuck can she possibly offer a child? And her sister Samantha is pregnant too. I want to kill them all. How can I possibly be related to these idiots?