Family...People that are related to you..which can either be a good...or a bad thing.
For almost a year now, our family of five was shaken up, thrown around, and puked up onto the side walk.
My two brothers and I now live with my dad, while my mother lives off on her own. The four of us trying to co-habitate together has been quite the challenge. Let me give ya a little run-down.
There is my dad- He is ALWAYS right. ALWAYS. He is the way the truth and the life..and no one goes anywhere or gets anything accept through him :/ Don't challenge him. He will go ape crap on you. PERFECTIONIST WORKAHOLIC...(and did I mention...HES ALWAYS FRIGGIN RIGHT??!!!!) I get those "charming" character defects from him...Love him to death...but he puts Stalin to shame at times.
There is (what shall we call him for confidential purposes.... umm...J-Wow). The second oldest and oldest son. J-WOW is
1. Lazy
2. Quiet
3. Apathetic
4. LAZZZZYYYYYY
J-WOW does not care about anything but 1. his girlfriend and 2. playing his video games 25 hours a day...(yes he loves it so much he somehow goes against time itself..and somewhere created another hour in the day...something I have been trying to do for YEARS)
He has sooo much potential...and NEVER applies it.
Then there is (we shall call him Nunya...) Nunya is the youngest. His life is nunya damn business. He does whatever he pleases...which includes using ALL my stuff...no matter what it is. It is his. He doesn't care if it has the words DO NOT USE written all over it...Its gonnnnneeeee. Swissssh
Nunya liveeeees for his friends. He has created himself into whatever person they will accept...another lovely trait we have in common :/ However, unfortunately, he has chosen quite an interesting crowd to join. And by interesting I don't mean they are nice little pleasant folk who sit around and stencil bible verses on their bedroom walls. No...they write skanky, slutty things on their skanky,slutty selves and live their lives worried about nothing more than who is dating who and who has the best breathe. Bite me.
And then there is me. I am COT:
1. Controlling
2. Over protective
3. Think Im the mom now that we lack one you have three seconds to go do your chores or I will...um...ah......one..two...threeeeeeeeee!!!!!
And oh ya..Im super irritating and probably really annoying to live with...Ya know I just kinda waft around..clean stuff..and then when you mess it up I get pissed and probably yell at you. I mostly just like to tell you what to do, when to do it...and NOW. Ugh...
So now that I have bored you to death with my rambling your are probably like ok what the heck is the crazy girl's point...I am sorry to tell you there is no point. I am just complaining and blkajskjfdgjksd- ing about how difficult it is to try and make this weird shambled family of four who are more different than The Beatles or characters off of Star Wars life peacefully under one friggin roof... Like you have me..Jabba the Hut...then Nunya..the wooki...J-WOW is C3P0 or whoever that gold robot it...and then my dad is Darth Vador/Luke Skywalker/Hans Solo depending on the day, time, and whether or not I messed something up or accidentally let old milk sour in his ONLY water bottle. Gasp. I suck.
So ya...Im so ready to get out. I feel sometimes that I just went backwards. I mean like..ya obviously I went backwards. Rehab is definitely NOT some flying leap of YA...Im independent now and have my own place...like all my other friends accomplished. No...I went from out on my own..to oh shizz rehab..to great. Penny-less and living at home with Chewbacca scraping his pee off the toiled seat all morning... Mmmmm I love cleaning the bathroom and dry heaving simultaneously first thing in the morning! I love my life..I love my life..I love my life...
Aaaaaaand now I am done ranting. I need to be thankful. I am. I am trying to be. Thank you God...that I am not STILL in rehab..or living on the street...or slipping roofies in some old guys drink so I can sketch some money of the dude. Thank you that I still have a job...I DO have a family that loves me..though it is friggin hard sometimes and they make me want to punch them in their arms..which wouldn't even hurt them cause they are all like grown now and could take me...but shhh don't tell them that.
Sigh...the truth of the matter is I need to just shut up and be grateful. Cause yes, our family is weird...and broken..and definitely not like The Waltens. But it is my family non-the-less.The only one I got. The one God gave me~
