My sister is a nimrod being driven through my skull
Okay, so I'm making this post far later than I had originally planned. This is going to be about a month late, but it still bothers me.
I'll give the appropiate back story.
It's Wednesday, November 29th, roughly 6:30 PM. I'm watching Deal or No Deal and am marvelling at how quickly a very large, very hyper black woman is ammassing a fortune to win. I hear the phone ring and ignore it, since my parents were home. My mother answers, and all hell breaks loose. It would seem that my genius sister got into a near all-out brawl with her boyfriend Jaime. The reason? He was cheating on her. With about four other women. Ouch. My mother instantly relays all of the information to my father, who blows up and proclaims "I've had it! He's had too many chances! That relationship is DONE!" Now, I hadn't heard any of the other talk until taht point, so I rather quickly deduce who and what was being referred to. My mother gets off the phone with my rather hysterical sister and gets ready to head to the apartment. I am enlisted as "help", which pretty much means I hid a two foot long Maglite up my sleeve in case anyone, Jaime, my sister, or even my mother, needed a good crack on the skull. I'll save that suspense and tell you that I never got to swing. Made me sad.
My mother and I get to the apartment in record time and head up to the room. I simply stand asside as my mother lays into both of them with her words. Some of the highlights include: "Jessica, you are a piece of ass to him. You're an easy lay. You mean nothing." Then there was "Jaime, you have been told time and time a gain to get your drinking under control. It ends here. I want you in AA." That was important, since he was mildly drunk when all of this erupted. It was decided rather quickly that I was to help my sister move as much of her shit as possible into the back of the car we took. My mother, on the other hand stayede in the apartment, ready to rip off a head. With my unfortunate luck, this meant I was the one my sister seized in an emotional purge. I'm sorry, but I hate being a fucking six foot teddy bear.
Fast forward a few minutes, and Jaimes' mother and her boyfriend show up. I resume my prior solitary watch over the kitchen floor tiles while questions are asked and snippy comments are made. My sister, bless her withered black heart, reacted as immaturely as anyone could have in the situation. She rarely spoke, so her responses to everyone else's comments were scoffs, rolled eyes and "yeah right" laden heavily with sarcasm.
Eventually we go on our way home and have a rather uneasy Thanksgiving the next day.
Now, more back story. That was not the first time a fight bvroke out between them. Before they ahd a place in Oak Creek, they had a place in Kenosha. Three times I ended up there to play peace-keeper. The second time " it was over, honest!" But of course, like most of my sister's life, it was bullshit. Fight three came and my sister had a juice jug hurled at her head. It missed, by the way.
That was the end of that lease, and Jessica was now half-way to being moved home. What did I get for all of my past endeavors? Lunch. Yip-tee-fucking-doo.
However, it seemed my sister is a larger moron than even I thought and she re-signed a lease for the apartment in Oak Creek where the altest brawl took place. well, after that night, she was moved home. She's still at home. Well, that is when she's not sleeping at the apartments three fo the four nights of the week. Her general logic is such: She's still paying half the rent, she should get to go there and spend time there. Fine, that's reasonable. But wait! There's more! One of the conditions to Jessica moving home was that she'd have to pay out the lease! So why the FUCK is she still paying rent? More importantly, why, if buying out the remainder of the lease would be such a financial burden, would she drop $8,000 on a new Acura? Yup. Eight grand. And she couldn't buy out the lease. Wow, that must have been one pricey shit-hole!
And so now you see why I hate my sister. Now you see why I simply do not care about her. She has , during most of my self-aware life, been a greedy, manipulative, coniving bitch. If anyone wants more information about why I despise her so, I'll be happy to tell tales of whay. Let me put it this way...I can't think of a single time she was nice to me when she didn't want something from me first.