Damnit!
So as a few of you know, I'm the black sheep of the grandkids. Why? Because my grandparents were/aren't too fond of my father, who isn't all ambitious fired. He likes working the plant life, making boxes, and just living in that medocrity. However, and this is a big one, my aunts also find him a bit useless. As such my middle aunt K uses every opportunity to down my father and I. And my 94-year-old grandfather gets to hear how horrible we are. Oh, yes, so horrible that I was never given the money my cousins had growing up, to pay for camps, k-12 orchestra (I so wanted to play the viola), toys, medical bills (see the big problem there). Anything they want, they got. Me? I was the ignored little granddaughter, still am. Bitter? You better fucking believe it. I have never been accepted, always the blacksheep. As such, I get 500 a year for Christmas, and that's it. Nothing more or less.
Except this year, I'm not getting a fucking thing. Nevermind I haven't recieved a birthday present since I was in elementary school. That I asked when my medical bills first came up for money and I was denied (I'm sure Aunt K's kids needed something more, like their house my grandparents bought). So, my point is that I was counting on the 500 to pay for car insurance and keep a little money in the bank. Yeah, I'm not counting on that money. I have a better chance of the tooth fairy visiting. Apparently they've been spening money out of the trust for things without discussing it with the CPA. I couldn't even file taxes right now if I were able. Everything is all fucked up, and yeah, car insurance? So not an option. My godmom will pay half (yay) but dude that's only three months. I have to get a job (because that's been so easy before!) and pay for the rest by then. I need the job, but you know, I'd like it more if my grandfather wouldn't shit on me every chance. I know, it's a little bitter, or a growing thing, but I've had 25 years of being treated like this. It gets old quick. Granddad isn't poor, by any stretch, yet I've seen rarely a dime. I guess being my dad's, the black sheep of a black sheep, kinda get me the "Fuck you for not playing the game right" award.
Terrific. I just love my family, so much. Really.
Except this year, I'm not getting a fucking thing. Nevermind I haven't recieved a birthday present since I was in elementary school. That I asked when my medical bills first came up for money and I was denied (I'm sure Aunt K's kids needed something more, like their house my grandparents bought). So, my point is that I was counting on the 500 to pay for car insurance and keep a little money in the bank. Yeah, I'm not counting on that money. I have a better chance of the tooth fairy visiting. Apparently they've been spening money out of the trust for things without discussing it with the CPA. I couldn't even file taxes right now if I were able. Everything is all fucked up, and yeah, car insurance? So not an option. My godmom will pay half (yay) but dude that's only three months. I have to get a job (because that's been so easy before!) and pay for the rest by then. I need the job, but you know, I'd like it more if my grandfather wouldn't shit on me every chance. I know, it's a little bitter, or a growing thing, but I've had 25 years of being treated like this. It gets old quick. Granddad isn't poor, by any stretch, yet I've seen rarely a dime. I guess being my dad's, the black sheep of a black sheep, kinda get me the "Fuck you for not playing the game right" award.
Terrific. I just love my family, so much. Really.