Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I am a terrible person. Really. Let me explain why.
Last night, as I was going to bed with a headache the size of the Louisiana River, I found that my sister was drunk off her ass. Second thing that I found out is that my sister is maudlin and a surprisingly honest drunk. I didn't know for certain at first if she was drunk, but as she clung to my arm and laughed her head off for no reason until she began crying and begging Mom and me not to hate her for wanting to move out and be proud of her, I figured she was.
I also found out last night, as it hit the one a.m. marker and listening to my sister vomit, that if I ever date someone who drinks that I am going to tell them if they get drunk: "You're on your own, I have no sympathy."
I understand why she did it. My sister makes $500 a month from work and her bank took it all. Every charge she made for buying Christmas presents, they took an extra $40 dollars! They put her over and into the negatives and when you go into the negatives with your money, they will take a $48 dollar fee. The only reason she went into the negatives was because of them. So when she called them on it, they told her as rudely as possible that she "should know how this works." It upset her so bad, rightly so, that she was crying at work. She was crying last night when she was drunk because she was upset that I might not get a present this year and like I told her, so long as she was there I didn't care if I got a present. It's like what happened last year with my present to my mother: I ordered a customized throw rug for $120 in early November, plenty enough time for them to make it and ship it to me. On Christmas Eve, I get something in the mail that tells me "I didn't send a picture", but when I shook the original envelope they sent back that I sent them, the picture was in there! I ended up sending them a blistering note of unhappiness and sending them not only another picture but uploading it to their damn website. I didn't get the present until February of the new year.
Anyway, to explain why I am a terrible person. I helped my mom a little when she was taking care of my sister, I couldn't help but revel in satisfaction in a very small part of my brain. It's very evil of me, knowing how upset she was about what happened to her bank and that they stole all her money and she can't get it back, but I just did...
Last night, as I was going to bed with a headache the size of the Louisiana River, I found that my sister was drunk off her ass. Second thing that I found out is that my sister is maudlin and a surprisingly honest drunk. I didn't know for certain at first if she was drunk, but as she clung to my arm and laughed her head off for no reason until she began crying and begging Mom and me not to hate her for wanting to move out and be proud of her, I figured she was.
I also found out last night, as it hit the one a.m. marker and listening to my sister vomit, that if I ever date someone who drinks that I am going to tell them if they get drunk: "You're on your own, I have no sympathy."
I understand why she did it. My sister makes $500 a month from work and her bank took it all. Every charge she made for buying Christmas presents, they took an extra $40 dollars! They put her over and into the negatives and when you go into the negatives with your money, they will take a $48 dollar fee. The only reason she went into the negatives was because of them. So when she called them on it, they told her as rudely as possible that she "should know how this works." It upset her so bad, rightly so, that she was crying at work. She was crying last night when she was drunk because she was upset that I might not get a present this year and like I told her, so long as she was there I didn't care if I got a present. It's like what happened last year with my present to my mother: I ordered a customized throw rug for $120 in early November, plenty enough time for them to make it and ship it to me. On Christmas Eve, I get something in the mail that tells me "I didn't send a picture", but when I shook the original envelope they sent back that I sent them, the picture was in there! I ended up sending them a blistering note of unhappiness and sending them not only another picture but uploading it to their damn website. I didn't get the present until February of the new year.
Anyway, to explain why I am a terrible person. I helped my mom a little when she was taking care of my sister, I couldn't help but revel in satisfaction in a very small part of my brain. It's very evil of me, knowing how upset she was about what happened to her bank and that they stole all her money and she can't get it back, but I just did...