She Spawns, and the Egg Cracks
I try hard not to think of the Twins from Hell (aka my siblings) because all they do is give my family heartache. But my recent trip to visit my family in the US was of course an inevitable crash course in "What happened since you left."
The plot details:
1. My psychotic junkie sister aka Demoness get pregnant (by choice) from her ne'er do good junkie-criminal boyfriend. She makes a plea to move into my old apartment (which is owned by my extended family) -- much to the horror of my almost-reformed brother and his kind wife. She proclaims she has changed.
2. Extended Family has an extensive debate (actually some of them start fighting), but in the end, my own parents appeal to let Demoness back in the house. She wins.
3. Not long after, mayhem and fighting ensue within the apartment. My sister-in-law realizes that Demoness is still doing hard drugs. Worse, she has lured her twin brother again.
4. Demoness goes into offensive. Steals furniture and my brother's things to sell, threatens her twin with physical harm (c/o junkie boyfriend) if he rats her out, starts spreading lies and denying any wrongdoing.
5. My brother and family leaves the apartment and word gets out about the goings-on inside.
6. Everybody gets kicked out.
7. Family again gets into arguments. Massive bills are found, unpaid utilities for several months. Everybody now agrees Demoness is evil.
Family in the US just bought a house and don't have spare cash around, but extended family suddenly shrugs shoulders and say well, it's my parents' responsibility. Their kids did it but can't be held accountable. The twins are friggin' 28 years old!
Nobody gets a happy ending here. For once, I hate saying, "I told you so."
So my parents are troubled and feel helpless being halfway across the planet. My brother's marriage teeters on the brink. Many in the family now suspect my parents were bad parents, for how can someone turn out so bad if you were raised proper and Christian-like? Maybe it's because we didn't hug enough, or maybe my parents were too caught up in their careers that they didn't see their kids start to take a turn for the worst. Hold on. I grew up in the same family. We're 5 kids and only 2 are beyond fucked up. (Okay if you don't count me.) Statistically, the score's still pretty good. My parents warned us about drugs constantly. We went to mass every Sunday for more than 20 years. We were a normal, middle-class family as far as I'm concerned. The fact that I'm somewhat normal and a bit successful at least throws these judges off, as hey wait a minute, YOU turned out better than okay. (And everybody unofficially knows I'm gay anyway.)
But I think the WORST thing is Satan-ness' baby. If she was doing hard drugs while she was pregnant...what effect would that have on the baby??? I've heard of babies being born addicts and undergoing withdrawal symptoms. I fear for this kid. But nobody wants to intervene in fear of the criminal baby-daddy.
I mean, sure I judge people based on the choices they make. I hold you responsible for stupid choices and stupider excuses. But a blameless baby? Born to horrible parents, exposed to dangerous substances while in the womb. I hate Satan-ness more for this, I'm sorry. People tell me I have to have compassion for the demoness, I have to believe that people have a good side and will someday change. Well, sorry for being the stone-hearted one.
I believe in tough love and I believe in holding the truth up to people's faces and saying, "Here's what your shit smells like and trust me, it ain't sweet, honey."
But oh god. That poor kid.
The plot details:
1. My psychotic junkie sister aka Demoness get pregnant (by choice) from her ne'er do good junkie-criminal boyfriend. She makes a plea to move into my old apartment (which is owned by my extended family) -- much to the horror of my almost-reformed brother and his kind wife. She proclaims she has changed.
2. Extended Family has an extensive debate (actually some of them start fighting), but in the end, my own parents appeal to let Demoness back in the house. She wins.
3. Not long after, mayhem and fighting ensue within the apartment. My sister-in-law realizes that Demoness is still doing hard drugs. Worse, she has lured her twin brother again.
4. Demoness goes into offensive. Steals furniture and my brother's things to sell, threatens her twin with physical harm (c/o junkie boyfriend) if he rats her out, starts spreading lies and denying any wrongdoing.
5. My brother and family leaves the apartment and word gets out about the goings-on inside.
6. Everybody gets kicked out.
7. Family again gets into arguments. Massive bills are found, unpaid utilities for several months. Everybody now agrees Demoness is evil.
Family in the US just bought a house and don't have spare cash around, but extended family suddenly shrugs shoulders and say well, it's my parents' responsibility. Their kids did it but can't be held accountable. The twins are friggin' 28 years old!
Nobody gets a happy ending here. For once, I hate saying, "I told you so."
So my parents are troubled and feel helpless being halfway across the planet. My brother's marriage teeters on the brink. Many in the family now suspect my parents were bad parents, for how can someone turn out so bad if you were raised proper and Christian-like? Maybe it's because we didn't hug enough, or maybe my parents were too caught up in their careers that they didn't see their kids start to take a turn for the worst. Hold on. I grew up in the same family. We're 5 kids and only 2 are beyond fucked up. (Okay if you don't count me.) Statistically, the score's still pretty good. My parents warned us about drugs constantly. We went to mass every Sunday for more than 20 years. We were a normal, middle-class family as far as I'm concerned. The fact that I'm somewhat normal and a bit successful at least throws these judges off, as hey wait a minute, YOU turned out better than okay. (And everybody unofficially knows I'm gay anyway.)
But I think the WORST thing is Satan-ness' baby. If she was doing hard drugs while she was pregnant...what effect would that have on the baby??? I've heard of babies being born addicts and undergoing withdrawal symptoms. I fear for this kid. But nobody wants to intervene in fear of the criminal baby-daddy.
I mean, sure I judge people based on the choices they make. I hold you responsible for stupid choices and stupider excuses. But a blameless baby? Born to horrible parents, exposed to dangerous substances while in the womb. I hate Satan-ness more for this, I'm sorry. People tell me I have to have compassion for the demoness, I have to believe that people have a good side and will someday change. Well, sorry for being the stone-hearted one.
I believe in tough love and I believe in holding the truth up to people's faces and saying, "Here's what your shit smells like and trust me, it ain't sweet, honey."
But oh god. That poor kid.