Two sisters only have their parents to blame its rare the two can get along
Yesterday was...an awful lot happened for how fucking little happened.
My sister and I had one of our epic fights. How epic, you may be wondering? Well, it culminated with her getting out of my car while stopped at a red light and making him drive after her up and down a street we've never been on, 3 miles from home, in a city we've been to maybe five times. I got accused of being pathetic, bitchy and "hiding in electronics like you always do" to which I said "Well what the fuck do you think we'd be talking about otherwise? Because this is SO much more fun than writing, let me tell you." I dont know. Nothing I did was right, nothing I said was said CORRECTLY for her and giving her exactly what she wanted was not sufficient. And I ended up nearly wrecking trying to follow her. Ugh, and some creepy fucker in a truck was following me. And I got out of my car and screamed at him to go around and he's like "its a red light" to which i was like "Well the next green one, go the fuck around" and instead he decided to get out of his car and go talk to my sister. Not goddamn cool and it upped my panic level to about 90.
Woke up today sick to my stomach and didnt go any fucking better. The fights just keep exploding and I dont know how to stop them. If I say anything, its got tone/attitude/resentment/anger in it(according to my mom and sister) and if I say NOTHING I'm being the martyr and putting myself up on a cross. WELL WHAT THEN!?!?!
It's just bad and getting worse and I'm EXHAUSTED by it. Happy fucking holidays and a merry fucking new year.
My sister and I had one of our epic fights. How epic, you may be wondering? Well, it culminated with her getting out of my car while stopped at a red light and making him drive after her up and down a street we've never been on, 3 miles from home, in a city we've been to maybe five times. I got accused of being pathetic, bitchy and "hiding in electronics like you always do" to which I said "Well what the fuck do you think we'd be talking about otherwise? Because this is SO much more fun than writing, let me tell you." I dont know. Nothing I did was right, nothing I said was said CORRECTLY for her and giving her exactly what she wanted was not sufficient. And I ended up nearly wrecking trying to follow her. Ugh, and some creepy fucker in a truck was following me. And I got out of my car and screamed at him to go around and he's like "its a red light" to which i was like "Well the next green one, go the fuck around" and instead he decided to get out of his car and go talk to my sister. Not goddamn cool and it upped my panic level to about 90.
Woke up today sick to my stomach and didnt go any fucking better. The fights just keep exploding and I dont know how to stop them. If I say anything, its got tone/attitude/resentment/anger in it(according to my mom and sister) and if I say NOTHING I'm being the martyr and putting myself up on a cross. WELL WHAT THEN!?!?!
It's just bad and getting worse and I'm EXHAUSTED by it. Happy fucking holidays and a merry fucking new year.