Hate...
Have you ever known someone to be so vile and evil that you can do nothing but hate their existence? I sure have, just in my case, it's Angie (the person I refuse to accept or acknowledge as my sister). Someone right now has got to think I'm crazy, but it's true...life would be so much easier if she just fell off a cliff. She has been the center of my hate since I've been 12, and sure as hell is not going to stop anytime soon. Between the drunken parades of her in the house, to the visits from the police every other day, to wondering what weapon she would bring into the house to try and either kill herself or someone else with to get money...it's all been done. I don't understand how someone can turn out so horribly. She has lied, cheated, stole, fucked over, manipulated, and cried her way through her entire life. Her money source? Federal money that is suppose to go to those going to college - her scam - enroll, get money, drop out, repeat. Stealing it from our unsuspecting 86-year-old Grandmother, and bitching, literally bitching her out if she refuses to give it over. Re-gifting...my favorite. She gave me some money to help me with college. Well, just a month ago or so, she came back for it. Yes, she gave me money, and took it back because "it's her money". Every time she walks through the doors of our home it's like the gates of hell have been opened. This message cannot describe everything she has done to ruin our family...and it continues. Great example is right now. She's stopping over tomorrow to pick up some evening gowns still in my closet. Come to find out her "headlights are broke" on her vehicle. Hmmmm, think she'll be looking for money? You bet, and she won't be able to come during the night when dad is here (the only person she's truly scared of). She'll come in the day with only me and mom, who's incapacitated. Last time, she came about two seconds away from beating the living shit out of me (no exaggeration, she's tried before), and I gave in. Who knows this time...no one is giving in. Will she bring a gun? Pick up a butcher knife? Start a screaming match so loud a 5 block radius can hear? Harass mom even more than just screaming? I don't know, but all I do know is I"ll be here to see it...let's just hope I live through it...and I don't mean that lightly.