Fuck a Duck
Kristi got all sorts of pissed off at me again today. Started slamming doors, yelling at me, insulting my cleaning, and saying I should cook and do more since I come home from work earliest. She even kicked a shoe at my dog in a fit. Why? Because I ate Phil's left over ramen noodles. I was supposed to psychically know that SHE wanted the soup. And what a repulsive person I am for eating it straight out of the container instead of putting it in a bowl so she could eat any left overs without getting my germs (she didn't know that Phil ate out of the Tupperware last night, too). Disgusting, she says. No consideration, she says! I managed to swallow any mean things I wanted to say and offered to make her more noodles, and she slammed the door in my face before speeding out of the driveway.
11 more months of this. I still grudgingly love my sister, but it was a bad idea thinking we could live together again. On the bright side, Spoon and Phil aren't having these problems with her, so I'm the only one who has to handle her mood swings. Phil says I'm the only one who knows how to deal with her, only I don't so much deal with her as I bite my tongue. Hard.
11 more months of this. I still grudgingly love my sister, but it was a bad idea thinking we could live together again. On the bright side, Spoon and Phil aren't having these problems with her, so I'm the only one who has to handle her mood swings. Phil says I'm the only one who knows how to deal with her, only I don't so much deal with her as I bite my tongue. Hard.