The Frustrations of Home
Begin venting process for one Gregory Michael Reichart:
So can I just say that so far I've been home for exactly seven hours and my sister is driving me up an absolute wall?...because I am pretty sure I just did. It started literally as soon as I walked in the door...I put down my suitcases and started to play with Sophie, as she greeted me at the door. Then this ball on the couch that was my sister begins to erupt on me for no apparent reason on how she hates her job and how this once engineering company in Pittsburgh hasn't called her back about a job yet, on how she apparently DOESN'T WANT TO GET MARRIED ANYMORE (more on that later) and then she absolutely unloads on my poor mother as soon as she walks in the door AFTER WORKING OVERTIME AT THE HOSPITAL INPATIENT PT CLINIC. That's being a good person, take a shit on the woman who gave you life, and continues to put a roof over your head DESPITE the fact that you're a college graduate, are engaged AND pregnant. I didn't deserve it either, but when you start to dig into my mom, especially after you, my dear sister, have considerably trashed her beautiful home with your endless piles of SHIT and continue to pollute her air with your mindless rhetoric and run up her bills with your eccentric dietary habits and pretentious lifestyle, then I start to get mad. My sister is twenty-five years old, and she continues to live like she's sixteen. All of a sudden she doesn't like her fiance anymore...well maybe you should be with him for longer then a FEW WEEKS before you say yes? Gee there's an idea! The thing with my sister is, no one can seem to knock her down a peg or two when she needs it (and we are all in need of it sometimes, for certain). My dad I think was the only person who could without making her eternally pissesd off and holding it against you, but I suppose I am just going to have to learn how, because I can't stand for this anymore. And it's not about me, it's about how she continually manages to disrespect, denegrate and devalue my mother's life and her home. Notice I say HER home, not OUR home...we are welcome her as her children but she's more then earned the right to call 3040 Springwood Drive HER home. And then she blames this one the baby? PUHLESSE...that baby is about the size of my little toe right now, it's not even an embryo, it doesn't even know what it is, so shut up about you having to tote around another life form, because apparently our mom, dear sis, has been toting YOUR freeloading ass around for about 25 years now, more or less. I understand we lost dad, but mom and I have been able to continue our lives and grow from it, now it's your turn sis. And her stuff is literally EVERYWHERE....in fact just thinking about it is frustrating me so much to the point now that I no longer feel content ranting about it in this entry. So there.
End venting sequence.
I also really miss Julie. I only got to speak with her a few moments tonight and it felt like being on the top of the mountain for a brief instant but then slippin off into the ravine. But the nice thing about that is I can always just call her tomorrow, isn't that great? Ahhhh....that woman makes me feel a way I've never felt before :) Love you!
This was a rather bipolar entry....ah well!
So can I just say that so far I've been home for exactly seven hours and my sister is driving me up an absolute wall?...because I am pretty sure I just did. It started literally as soon as I walked in the door...I put down my suitcases and started to play with Sophie, as she greeted me at the door. Then this ball on the couch that was my sister begins to erupt on me for no apparent reason on how she hates her job and how this once engineering company in Pittsburgh hasn't called her back about a job yet, on how she apparently DOESN'T WANT TO GET MARRIED ANYMORE (more on that later) and then she absolutely unloads on my poor mother as soon as she walks in the door AFTER WORKING OVERTIME AT THE HOSPITAL INPATIENT PT CLINIC. That's being a good person, take a shit on the woman who gave you life, and continues to put a roof over your head DESPITE the fact that you're a college graduate, are engaged AND pregnant. I didn't deserve it either, but when you start to dig into my mom, especially after you, my dear sister, have considerably trashed her beautiful home with your endless piles of SHIT and continue to pollute her air with your mindless rhetoric and run up her bills with your eccentric dietary habits and pretentious lifestyle, then I start to get mad. My sister is twenty-five years old, and she continues to live like she's sixteen. All of a sudden she doesn't like her fiance anymore...well maybe you should be with him for longer then a FEW WEEKS before you say yes? Gee there's an idea! The thing with my sister is, no one can seem to knock her down a peg or two when she needs it (and we are all in need of it sometimes, for certain). My dad I think was the only person who could without making her eternally pissesd off and holding it against you, but I suppose I am just going to have to learn how, because I can't stand for this anymore. And it's not about me, it's about how she continually manages to disrespect, denegrate and devalue my mother's life and her home. Notice I say HER home, not OUR home...we are welcome her as her children but she's more then earned the right to call 3040 Springwood Drive HER home. And then she blames this one the baby? PUHLESSE...that baby is about the size of my little toe right now, it's not even an embryo, it doesn't even know what it is, so shut up about you having to tote around another life form, because apparently our mom, dear sis, has been toting YOUR freeloading ass around for about 25 years now, more or less. I understand we lost dad, but mom and I have been able to continue our lives and grow from it, now it's your turn sis. And her stuff is literally EVERYWHERE....in fact just thinking about it is frustrating me so much to the point now that I no longer feel content ranting about it in this entry. So there.
End venting sequence.
I also really miss Julie. I only got to speak with her a few moments tonight and it felt like being on the top of the mountain for a brief instant but then slippin off into the ravine. But the nice thing about that is I can always just call her tomorrow, isn't that great? Ahhhh....that woman makes me feel a way I've never felt before :) Love you!
This was a rather bipolar entry....ah well!