hahahahaaaawwww.
I've reached the moment in my winter break where my family is no longer fun.
When I woke up this morning my mom was already mad at my sister- apparently she'd blown off some appointment and her phone was dead. My mom started talking about finally getting the money from her from all the parking/speeding tickets, holding her to some level of accountability, and I was thinking, "finally, yes."
A few tiny moments after Gigi gets home, she comes up to me freaking out about Mom wanting to give her a drug test. She starts making it about me, "I hate you so much right now," "if you were really my sister you'd pee for me" all this bullshit. I tried to approach it with compassion, since I know none of it is about me, and eventually I told her that I can't really have sympathy for her since y'know, she's only going to get busted for shit she did.
To me, this was a long time coming for both of them. I can't possibly see how Gigi thought she was gonna get away with wasting my parents' money, smoking weed and eating. And I just have no idea how my mom thought that she was going to straighten out and not smoke weed and laze about. And here I am in the middle of it, in my pajamas, playing triple town and watching Mall Rats, slowly being vindicated.
Like, fucking clearly. I have been telling both of them that this shit was unsustainable. Neither of their delusions are going to last forever, and I feel like finally people are taking less crazy pills. Generally, I'm able to ignore how much I resent my family for how they've all dealt with my sister, but at moments like this it actually does seem easier to bear since a) I called it and b) neither my mom nor my sister will be able to have a good day today.
I can still have a good day, and I plan to do so.
When I woke up this morning my mom was already mad at my sister- apparently she'd blown off some appointment and her phone was dead. My mom started talking about finally getting the money from her from all the parking/speeding tickets, holding her to some level of accountability, and I was thinking, "finally, yes."
A few tiny moments after Gigi gets home, she comes up to me freaking out about Mom wanting to give her a drug test. She starts making it about me, "I hate you so much right now," "if you were really my sister you'd pee for me" all this bullshit. I tried to approach it with compassion, since I know none of it is about me, and eventually I told her that I can't really have sympathy for her since y'know, she's only going to get busted for shit she did.
To me, this was a long time coming for both of them. I can't possibly see how Gigi thought she was gonna get away with wasting my parents' money, smoking weed and eating. And I just have no idea how my mom thought that she was going to straighten out and not smoke weed and laze about. And here I am in the middle of it, in my pajamas, playing triple town and watching Mall Rats, slowly being vindicated.
Like, fucking clearly. I have been telling both of them that this shit was unsustainable. Neither of their delusions are going to last forever, and I feel like finally people are taking less crazy pills. Generally, I'm able to ignore how much I resent my family for how they've all dealt with my sister, but at moments like this it actually does seem easier to bear since a) I called it and b) neither my mom nor my sister will be able to have a good day today.
I can still have a good day, and I plan to do so.