Saturday, April 3, 2010

Tough Doesn't Cover It.

I've had one of the worst weeks ever.

Earlier this week, M and I wanted to watch 17 Again, so we went into my room, but my older sister S was in there. She had the dog with her, and I absolutely refuse to have her in my room because she sheds everywhere and leaves a distinct odor that doesn't go away. I sent the dog out of the room, which upset S. I reminded her it was my room, and I didn't want to dog in there. Well, that didn't make her happy. According to S, it's her room; even though, she gave it up when she moved out. And, although she moved back home, she's never really home. I may see her maybe five times a month. Not to mention, she sleeps on the couch when she is home. I just get to live with her queen size bed in my room. Back to the matter at hand: Now S and I already have a strained relationship, but I do my best not to provoke her. While I'm standing there explaining why I don 't want to dog in MY room, she decides to tell me that I'm a bitch and she hates me.

Yes, let me repeat that. My own sister thinks I'm a bitch and hates me. She said she never wants to take to me because I'm always rude to her. In her mind, that's that case. In reality, she's la la land. She doesn't speak to me. She's rude. I've tried talking to her, but it's hard to have a conversation with someone who gives one word replies, locks herself in the bathroom/my room, and twists everything I say so that I'm the bad guy.

I stand there, and Mel starts defending me. I eventually go and get my mom, so she can mediate. So S starts complaining about me, and finally I decide to defend myself. But before I can get anything out my mom cuts me off and tells me to just be quiet. She was going to explain something until S cut in and started ranting about how rude and mean I am to her, and because of that she doesn't talk to me or want to hang out with me. I get shut down, but S gets her way. Enough was enough. I turned to my mom and said the only thing I knew to be true, "S is dead, mom. Just admit it already." I really do think this. S has changed so much (not for the better), and I don't even recognize her anymore. I'm tired for being torn a part every time S comes home. I'm tired of her making herself out to be the angel. I'm far from being an angel, but I'm not the bitch she thinks I am. What gets me is the fact that my mom stood there, and let her say those things to me.

S hasn't said anything to me since, and I've just decided not to say anything to her either. She can glare at me all she wants.

To top all that off, a couple days later I got into my first car accident. My sister and I were at the dentist's office when I received a call from my dad. My brother had left his lacrosse gear in the car I had taken. He had to leave for a game at 2:15 --it was 2:00. The dentist was nice enough to let me leave, so I could rush over to my school. On the way there, I hit another car. Thankfully it wasn't a really bad accident. The car is still drivable just not a pretty, and the other lady's car had no visible damage. I dropped my brother's stuff off broke the news to my dad.

Here's the situation: If the lady makes a claim, the insurance get jacked up and the accident is on my record for the next three years. If that's the case, I get taken off the insurance at the beginning of June when the rates change. No driving for me. If she doesn't make a claim, then I can still drive, and I'll be working to raise the money to get the care fixed.

Now here's the cherry on top: While I was exchanging insurance information, I dropped my cell phone on the ground. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but once I got home I realized that the phone had cracked and the screen no longer worked. Goodbye cell phone replacement number 5. I go through cell phones like water. Well, only because my contract doesn't end until August, and I don't want to pay full price for a new phone. I've been lucky to have a bunch of old phones at my disposal. I wasn't really intending to break all of them though.

Here's to hoping this next week turns out better.


Lenore said...

hello...its been a while huh?

that does sound like a terrible sounds like it sucked.

But.....the nice thing about life is that there are plenty of weeks to come, right?

and about the issue with ur sister.....well....sometimes people change for the worst.....its horrible. Maybe...just maybe....if you look close enough you MIGHT just find the person you used to know....if not....maybe you two just need some space for while....who knows, but one things for two will work it out. You're family!

we all have those terrible times in life....but i think that after being upset about it for a while....we just get back up again....and we make it through :)

get on aim!!!


Colleen Courtney said...

Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry - that sounds like an absolutely horrible week :( It's good to see someone who sticks up for themselves though.

Roland D. Yeomans said...

When my friends become like Job's and tell me that suffering builds character. I tell them that it only makes me one {a character.}

Google "histrionic personality disorder." That sounds what might be wrong with your sister. Bottom line : arguing with her is like arguing with a drunk. Nothing good will happen. It will be like wrestling with a pig. Both of you will get dirty. But only the pig will enjoy it. And she does enjoy tugging on your chain.

Histrionic people are hard to live with -- no doubt about it. They tend to put their heads on your shoulders as she does as when she {delightful rude Queen that she is} accuses you of rudeness.

If you get into conflict with her, it will be like Brother Rabbit and the Tar Baby. She will suck you in and not let go.

Your mother just wants peace and as fast as she can establish it. Like Europe found out with Hitler, appeasing a dictator only forestalls the bad times for only a little while. Your mother sounds close to being overwhlemed. If it is possible, try to help her in little ways, outside of circumstances surrounding your sister.

If your sister were just neurotic, she would eventually seek help. Histrionics just burn up eventually. Look for the beauty and peace in other circumstances around you. Be as silent around your sister as you can, giving her no ammunition to use against her. She will seek out other more fun targets eventually.

I pray that you can still continue to drive. Sorry about the phone. Sometimes life seems intent on shoveling it on. Hang on. Seasons change as does bad luck into good.

Your friend, Roland

Urban Cynic said...

I just stumbled on your blog & your 'worst week ever' made me laugh out loud. whilst It's not nice to be in a car accident, you will one day look back on this post & wish your worst week was this good! Your bad week makes my good weeks look tame!

The title of your blog does explain the post though - but I hate to break it to you - it just gets harder the older you get - you just learn to laugh at it the more old hat it gets!

Hope next week is better for you. x

(ps: was not intending to trivialise your bad week, it's just that I look back to my adolescence & recognise what you're saying. None of it matters as much when you're in your late thirties - you have other things to worry about like wrinkles & getting fat!)

cinnamonisgross95 said...

i'm in a similar situation with my fraternal twin. i'm female, he's, well, male, and he has adhd. though he takes meds and is usually alright, he can become very violent and unruly. its not fun. and of course, me being the argumentative, overly just type, we get into spats often. it seems that my mother does nothing to him yet punishes me harshly. i know shes protecting him from turning into a horrid person, and teaching me to shutup, but despite this knowledge, i cant grasp the unfairness of the situation.