Alright already.
Big giant rant about my sister.
I have a sister. Her name is Lisa. She is 15 months older than me. We have the best parents ever. Most of the time. My first memories of my sister are some of the most unpleasant memories of my life, so here is really not the place to share them. But aside from the worst, are the ones that are almost the worst, lol. She has trichotillomania, a physchological disorder that affects mostly girls ages 6-12. These girls pull out their hair, eyelashes, eyebrows and usually eat them. They also chew their fingernails and pick any scab until it bleeds uncontrollably. They eat the scabs and nails, too. She did all of the above. And some of the first memories I have are waking up to my sister pulling out my eyelashes and eyebrows. It's a little disturbing, yes? Well, that was just the beginning of the crazytown stuff that I had to put up with my entire life. The symptoms of trichotillomania have followed her to adulthood. Her eyebrows and eyelashes never grew back. She picks her scabs and eats them. And she picks at her hair all the time and eats it. It's not taking the whole piece of hair out.... Just the split ends, so she says. Whatever. It's just really uncomfortable when I'm hanging out with my sister in public and she starts picking her hair much like a primate in the wild, and starts eating the split ends.
We were born really close together but our personalities couldn't be more different. She was talkative, outgoing, and nonstop. I was quiet and painfully shy. In our home videos, Lisa is always loud and crazy and running around. I am normally sitting in one spot either whining or staring at Lisa with huge eyes. In most of the videos when I was a baby, I am in a swing in a corner, away from everyone else, lol. Probably because I was the youngest of family and friends kids and they didn't want me to be stampeded into the ground, lol. My mom said that I didn't talk until I was 3. Not because I couldn't, but because I never got a chance to. My sister talked for me. She was ALWAYS talking.
We first started school at a tiny Catholic school with one classroom per grade. Everyone knew everyone. So when my sister was noticed as the weirdo that picked her eyelashes, eyebrows, and scabs and ate them... guess who I was known as? A weirdo. By default of course. Normally I would defend my sister to the death, but back then I had no idea how society worked. I was just doomed. Especially when my sister started telling all the kids in school that I weighed more than her. That was embarrassing. Now, it's not because simple mathematics can explain that if you're taller than someone, you're probably going to weigh more. Back then, all the kids got ahold of this information and began to make fun of me for being fat. Nevermind the fact that I was taller than everyone in my class and my sister's class, lol.
My sister had ADD. (My mom refused to treat it.) She peed her pants all the time. I can't really explain why... she just did. Also, when she went to the bathroom she'd never wipe so she always had an odor. (I'd be lying if I said she didn't have this problem now as well.) She would get crazy good grades but instead of listening to the teacher, she'd sit at the back of the class and smear glue all over her skin and peel it off. Thank god she didn't eat it. But it got to the point that the teacher couldn't handle her at all. She basically told my mom that Lisa wasn't welcome in the school anymore. So instead of leaving me in Catholic school and having two drop offs each morning, my mom took us both out and put us into public elementary school. It was a huge change. I used to cry every morning before school. That's just how I roll, lmao. It was a lot better there. No one knew us or that we were sisters... except for the kids that were in my neighborhood.
My sister got really into singing and musicals. She was obsessed with it. She sang constantly and made me watch old timey musicals. I would much rather have watched foreign cooking shows or Sailor Moon but I came home and watched Seven Brides for Seven Brothers and about a thousand more that I don't even want to think about. In 3rd and 4th grade I got really into music. I would record the top 8 at 8 every night and I seriously remember all of those songs, even now. I eventually realized that I could be in my house but away from my sister. My life starting getting way better, lol. But still, my sister was crazy weird. She was sex obsessed from the time she was old enough to say the word. Any time she was alone, you can bet she was doing something that would horrify our Catholic teachers. Even when she was 10 she was kissing all of the neighborhood boys and trying to do more. I had a good friend that lived down the road from me. His name was Corey. We used to play baseball all the time. He was a really sweet kid. One day I showed up at his house and knocked on the door. His mom answered and I did the whole "Can Corey come out and play" thing. She said "Corey says that your sister has been kissing him. And other inappropriate things. You are not welcome to play with my kids ever again. Stay away from my house." And she slammed the door in my face. I was probably 9, Corey was probably 8. I seriously had no idea wtf was going on. I was just crushed and I didn't understand.
By 10 my sister had already had many boyfriends. We used to go camping all the time and this one family would frequent the same campgrounds. Their son was really cute and of course ended up being Lisa's little boyfriend for a while. I remember them going off and doing stuff. I was just like, whatever, I'm gonna go play by myself on this tire swing.
My sister started middle school and it was on. She went from obsessed with musicals and sex, to obsessed with musicals, sex, vampires, and being bad. It wasn't the best middle school. Probably the second most ghetto middle school in town, lmao. (I loved going there, lmao.) She started cussing immediately. She started hanging out with kids that smoked and stole and all kinds of bad things. I was still pretty naive because I wasn't close to cussing or smoking. I just figured that she was trying to fit in and be cool because she has never really fit in anywhere before. When she was in 7th grade she finally got what she wanted, sex. She slept with this really dirty guy named Mark. He was probably 13 or so. She was 13. My mom found out but yet she still let her go over and "hang out" with him. He was so gross. He wasn't attractive at all. His personality reminds me of a rock. With hair. They were "engaged" you know. In love and shit. And with that, the gates were open and she started sleeping with anyone. She did some fucked up stuff. Pretty much any guy she dated ended up losing his virginity to her. Through middle school and the beginning of high school she was with a guy named Larry that was 6 years older than her. He molested me. I told people. No one believed me. He is now in jail for raping a 12 year old girl and a 5 year old girl. But they were engaged, too. In love and shit.
She got in a bad fight her freshman year of high school and when she went to her mandatory anger management therapy, she told them that my dad used to abuse us. Um, no. I wish he would have been a little more strict with her. If so, maybe she wouldn't have been such a looney toon. Maybe. You never know. Anyway, she lied to these therapists about my dad and they did an investigation. Found nothing, of course.
When she was in high school, she met a guy that she was with a few years. I was in 8th grade by this time. I was obsessed with Nsync and just wanted to be left alone. But Lisa and this guy would go out of their way to fuck on my bed or put their hands down each others' pants while I was in the room. It was disgusting to say the least. They treated me like shit. They made fun of me incessantly for reading books and watching things that were not wrestling. They were engaged, too. A pattern, yes?
My sister cheated on that guy with 3 different people. So he cheated on her and that was the last of their relationship. She started stealing from my parents. She ran away from home to go live with Larry who came back into the picture for some reason. She was out of control. She had dropped out of high school and just did whatever she wanted. One day when she ran away my mom found her at my aunt's house (my dad's sister) my sister started punching my mom in the face. My mom fought back. They fought all the way through the house. It was kind of an even match. My mom basically told my sister if she didn't come home she was really going to kick her ass. So Lisa came back. My parents fixed up one of their rental properties for her and Lisa moved in. My parents paid all of her bills. I remember Lisa living there when I first got my license. I went over and the house was full of teenagers all drunk or high off their ass. I was like um... hey, got my license, I'm gonna go home and write angsty poetry. KBYE. I tried to stay the night there one time and left in the middle of the night because two gay guys tried to get it on with me, lol.
She moved on after the big break up.
Then there was Jeremy. He stalked me at my job at the grocery store. But they were engaged.
Then there was Aaron. I had a crush on him and Lisa knew him. I went on vacation and when I came back he was living with my sister.
The only good thing about her living at the rent house was that she wasn't living in our house. It was so much happier. I didn't have to listen to my parents fight over her all the time. I didn't have to deal with my sister being a super dramatic psycho. (Which she was.) And I didn't have to listen to her have sex with whatever guy was up in her room at the time. I mean, I had to listen to it from the time I was 10... enough is enough.
She met Terry in December and married him in April. He was a nice enough guy. He had just done way too many drugs as a teenager. All of his brain cells were not intact. They lived in one of my dad's rent houses. The floor was covered in dog and cat shit. They lived, ate and did pretty much everything in their bed. The rest of the house could have been considered squalor. They had a dog that lived in a kennel in their living room. The kitchen was full of dirty dishes. The whole room was covered in a reddish/orange layer of crust? Dust? Yuck? Idk what it was but it was nasty. They never paid their electric and stole it from the neighbors. Eventually the electric company caught on and cut the house's utilities off at the pole. So when they finally got out of my dad's house, he has no way of getting electricity unless he pays to have that house reconnected to the pole which would be about $1200. Terry lost one of the many jobs he had and she said she wanted a divorce.
She moved from Terry to all kinds of random internet men. Then she met Chris. That's a story for another day. After Chris, she met Will. They got pregnant while I was pregnant and then got engaged. They moved into a trailer of Lisa's friends. They did the same thing to that trailer as she and Terry did to the house. The floors were caving in. My nephew was 2 months old and living in a trailer with no air conditioning in the middle of summer. So they moved into another of my dad's rent houses. Here my sister began doing drugs and having sex with random men while my brother in law suffered from psychosis. He would imagine that he put bleach cleaner in my nephew's bottle. Or that he put my nephew in the oven. My sister let a guy who called himself "Freek" live with her family for a while. He had warts on his penis. I know this through my best friend who lived next door at the time. Thanks for letting that image into my head, Britt. Also while living in this house, my sister and her family got scabies. They had to treat the whole house, including my tiny nephew and his tiny crib. Which was set atop a nice floor full of cat shit and trash. My sister also found out that she had HPV and Herpes. They had a syphilis scare, but thank goodness that was cleared. My sister would screw the guys, sometimes the guys would screw my brother in law, too. They would smoke weed and drink, take pills, what have you. All while my nephew was there. One time when Freek was trying to attack Will, my sister kicked his ass into the front yard. So close to my nephew that they broke the baby swing. Wholesome.
My Papaw died. My mom bought that house from my aunts and gave it to my sister. Her and Will and nephew moved in. Will finally came to his senses and realized that maybe not all wives sleep with 27 guys while they're still married. Not that he doesn't have blame in it. He is addicted to pills. Took 120 Xanax and 90 percocet in a 3 day period. I'm surprised he's not dead. But now it's been a crazy custody battle between evil and a different kind of evil.
Lisa already has a new boyfriend that lost his virginity to her. I feel bad for him. I want to have faith in my sister. I want to say that yes, this is THE ONE. But there have been so many. How the hell should I know? He's just... another one.
I love my sister. She has wonderful moments. She would give me the shirt off her back if I needed it. She has a huge heart when it comes to her family and friends. BUT, she never fails to amaze me (in the bad way) either. I hate when people that don't know the whole situation talk shit about her. I want to punch them in the face.
There is so much more crap I could share. That's enough for the moment, lol.
I have a sister. Her name is Lisa. She is 15 months older than me. We have the best parents ever. Most of the time. My first memories of my sister are some of the most unpleasant memories of my life, so here is really not the place to share them. But aside from the worst, are the ones that are almost the worst, lol. She has trichotillomania, a physchological disorder that affects mostly girls ages 6-12. These girls pull out their hair, eyelashes, eyebrows and usually eat them. They also chew their fingernails and pick any scab until it bleeds uncontrollably. They eat the scabs and nails, too. She did all of the above. And some of the first memories I have are waking up to my sister pulling out my eyelashes and eyebrows. It's a little disturbing, yes? Well, that was just the beginning of the crazytown stuff that I had to put up with my entire life. The symptoms of trichotillomania have followed her to adulthood. Her eyebrows and eyelashes never grew back. She picks her scabs and eats them. And she picks at her hair all the time and eats it. It's not taking the whole piece of hair out.... Just the split ends, so she says. Whatever. It's just really uncomfortable when I'm hanging out with my sister in public and she starts picking her hair much like a primate in the wild, and starts eating the split ends.
We were born really close together but our personalities couldn't be more different. She was talkative, outgoing, and nonstop. I was quiet and painfully shy. In our home videos, Lisa is always loud and crazy and running around. I am normally sitting in one spot either whining or staring at Lisa with huge eyes. In most of the videos when I was a baby, I am in a swing in a corner, away from everyone else, lol. Probably because I was the youngest of family and friends kids and they didn't want me to be stampeded into the ground, lol. My mom said that I didn't talk until I was 3. Not because I couldn't, but because I never got a chance to. My sister talked for me. She was ALWAYS talking.
We first started school at a tiny Catholic school with one classroom per grade. Everyone knew everyone. So when my sister was noticed as the weirdo that picked her eyelashes, eyebrows, and scabs and ate them... guess who I was known as? A weirdo. By default of course. Normally I would defend my sister to the death, but back then I had no idea how society worked. I was just doomed. Especially when my sister started telling all the kids in school that I weighed more than her. That was embarrassing. Now, it's not because simple mathematics can explain that if you're taller than someone, you're probably going to weigh more. Back then, all the kids got ahold of this information and began to make fun of me for being fat. Nevermind the fact that I was taller than everyone in my class and my sister's class, lol.
My sister had ADD. (My mom refused to treat it.) She peed her pants all the time. I can't really explain why... she just did. Also, when she went to the bathroom she'd never wipe so she always had an odor. (I'd be lying if I said she didn't have this problem now as well.) She would get crazy good grades but instead of listening to the teacher, she'd sit at the back of the class and smear glue all over her skin and peel it off. Thank god she didn't eat it. But it got to the point that the teacher couldn't handle her at all. She basically told my mom that Lisa wasn't welcome in the school anymore. So instead of leaving me in Catholic school and having two drop offs each morning, my mom took us both out and put us into public elementary school. It was a huge change. I used to cry every morning before school. That's just how I roll, lmao. It was a lot better there. No one knew us or that we were sisters... except for the kids that were in my neighborhood.
My sister got really into singing and musicals. She was obsessed with it. She sang constantly and made me watch old timey musicals. I would much rather have watched foreign cooking shows or Sailor Moon but I came home and watched Seven Brides for Seven Brothers and about a thousand more that I don't even want to think about. In 3rd and 4th grade I got really into music. I would record the top 8 at 8 every night and I seriously remember all of those songs, even now. I eventually realized that I could be in my house but away from my sister. My life starting getting way better, lol. But still, my sister was crazy weird. She was sex obsessed from the time she was old enough to say the word. Any time she was alone, you can bet she was doing something that would horrify our Catholic teachers. Even when she was 10 she was kissing all of the neighborhood boys and trying to do more. I had a good friend that lived down the road from me. His name was Corey. We used to play baseball all the time. He was a really sweet kid. One day I showed up at his house and knocked on the door. His mom answered and I did the whole "Can Corey come out and play" thing. She said "Corey says that your sister has been kissing him. And other inappropriate things. You are not welcome to play with my kids ever again. Stay away from my house." And she slammed the door in my face. I was probably 9, Corey was probably 8. I seriously had no idea wtf was going on. I was just crushed and I didn't understand.
By 10 my sister had already had many boyfriends. We used to go camping all the time and this one family would frequent the same campgrounds. Their son was really cute and of course ended up being Lisa's little boyfriend for a while. I remember them going off and doing stuff. I was just like, whatever, I'm gonna go play by myself on this tire swing.
My sister started middle school and it was on. She went from obsessed with musicals and sex, to obsessed with musicals, sex, vampires, and being bad. It wasn't the best middle school. Probably the second most ghetto middle school in town, lmao. (I loved going there, lmao.) She started cussing immediately. She started hanging out with kids that smoked and stole and all kinds of bad things. I was still pretty naive because I wasn't close to cussing or smoking. I just figured that she was trying to fit in and be cool because she has never really fit in anywhere before. When she was in 7th grade she finally got what she wanted, sex. She slept with this really dirty guy named Mark. He was probably 13 or so. She was 13. My mom found out but yet she still let her go over and "hang out" with him. He was so gross. He wasn't attractive at all. His personality reminds me of a rock. With hair. They were "engaged" you know. In love and shit. And with that, the gates were open and she started sleeping with anyone. She did some fucked up stuff. Pretty much any guy she dated ended up losing his virginity to her. Through middle school and the beginning of high school she was with a guy named Larry that was 6 years older than her. He molested me. I told people. No one believed me. He is now in jail for raping a 12 year old girl and a 5 year old girl. But they were engaged, too. In love and shit.
She got in a bad fight her freshman year of high school and when she went to her mandatory anger management therapy, she told them that my dad used to abuse us. Um, no. I wish he would have been a little more strict with her. If so, maybe she wouldn't have been such a looney toon. Maybe. You never know. Anyway, she lied to these therapists about my dad and they did an investigation. Found nothing, of course.
When she was in high school, she met a guy that she was with a few years. I was in 8th grade by this time. I was obsessed with Nsync and just wanted to be left alone. But Lisa and this guy would go out of their way to fuck on my bed or put their hands down each others' pants while I was in the room. It was disgusting to say the least. They treated me like shit. They made fun of me incessantly for reading books and watching things that were not wrestling. They were engaged, too. A pattern, yes?
My sister cheated on that guy with 3 different people. So he cheated on her and that was the last of their relationship. She started stealing from my parents. She ran away from home to go live with Larry who came back into the picture for some reason. She was out of control. She had dropped out of high school and just did whatever she wanted. One day when she ran away my mom found her at my aunt's house (my dad's sister) my sister started punching my mom in the face. My mom fought back. They fought all the way through the house. It was kind of an even match. My mom basically told my sister if she didn't come home she was really going to kick her ass. So Lisa came back. My parents fixed up one of their rental properties for her and Lisa moved in. My parents paid all of her bills. I remember Lisa living there when I first got my license. I went over and the house was full of teenagers all drunk or high off their ass. I was like um... hey, got my license, I'm gonna go home and write angsty poetry. KBYE. I tried to stay the night there one time and left in the middle of the night because two gay guys tried to get it on with me, lol.
She moved on after the big break up.
Then there was Jeremy. He stalked me at my job at the grocery store. But they were engaged.
Then there was Aaron. I had a crush on him and Lisa knew him. I went on vacation and when I came back he was living with my sister.
The only good thing about her living at the rent house was that she wasn't living in our house. It was so much happier. I didn't have to listen to my parents fight over her all the time. I didn't have to deal with my sister being a super dramatic psycho. (Which she was.) And I didn't have to listen to her have sex with whatever guy was up in her room at the time. I mean, I had to listen to it from the time I was 10... enough is enough.
She met Terry in December and married him in April. He was a nice enough guy. He had just done way too many drugs as a teenager. All of his brain cells were not intact. They lived in one of my dad's rent houses. The floor was covered in dog and cat shit. They lived, ate and did pretty much everything in their bed. The rest of the house could have been considered squalor. They had a dog that lived in a kennel in their living room. The kitchen was full of dirty dishes. The whole room was covered in a reddish/orange layer of crust? Dust? Yuck? Idk what it was but it was nasty. They never paid their electric and stole it from the neighbors. Eventually the electric company caught on and cut the house's utilities off at the pole. So when they finally got out of my dad's house, he has no way of getting electricity unless he pays to have that house reconnected to the pole which would be about $1200. Terry lost one of the many jobs he had and she said she wanted a divorce.
She moved from Terry to all kinds of random internet men. Then she met Chris. That's a story for another day. After Chris, she met Will. They got pregnant while I was pregnant and then got engaged. They moved into a trailer of Lisa's friends. They did the same thing to that trailer as she and Terry did to the house. The floors were caving in. My nephew was 2 months old and living in a trailer with no air conditioning in the middle of summer. So they moved into another of my dad's rent houses. Here my sister began doing drugs and having sex with random men while my brother in law suffered from psychosis. He would imagine that he put bleach cleaner in my nephew's bottle. Or that he put my nephew in the oven. My sister let a guy who called himself "Freek" live with her family for a while. He had warts on his penis. I know this through my best friend who lived next door at the time. Thanks for letting that image into my head, Britt. Also while living in this house, my sister and her family got scabies. They had to treat the whole house, including my tiny nephew and his tiny crib. Which was set atop a nice floor full of cat shit and trash. My sister also found out that she had HPV and Herpes. They had a syphilis scare, but thank goodness that was cleared. My sister would screw the guys, sometimes the guys would screw my brother in law, too. They would smoke weed and drink, take pills, what have you. All while my nephew was there. One time when Freek was trying to attack Will, my sister kicked his ass into the front yard. So close to my nephew that they broke the baby swing. Wholesome.
My Papaw died. My mom bought that house from my aunts and gave it to my sister. Her and Will and nephew moved in. Will finally came to his senses and realized that maybe not all wives sleep with 27 guys while they're still married. Not that he doesn't have blame in it. He is addicted to pills. Took 120 Xanax and 90 percocet in a 3 day period. I'm surprised he's not dead. But now it's been a crazy custody battle between evil and a different kind of evil.
Lisa already has a new boyfriend that lost his virginity to her. I feel bad for him. I want to have faith in my sister. I want to say that yes, this is THE ONE. But there have been so many. How the hell should I know? He's just... another one.
I love my sister. She has wonderful moments. She would give me the shirt off her back if I needed it. She has a huge heart when it comes to her family and friends. BUT, she never fails to amaze me (in the bad way) either. I hate when people that don't know the whole situation talk shit about her. I want to punch them in the face.
There is so much more crap I could share. That's enough for the moment, lol.