by Kimonio » December 29th, 2013, 7:43 pm
My sister got divorced from her husband and has been living with her father while supporting her and her ex-husband's 1yo son. Father doesn't come to visit his child, no doubt because he is angry with her, and she won't take the son to see him, because she says he needs to be the man and see his own child. My mom has tried to help my sister cope with her depression and stress of single motherhood for the past few months. My sister lived with us for the entire summer, up until Thanksgiving. This caused a very stressful lifestyle, as everything was turned upside down. We had to step lightly, and if there was one creak, the baby would cry. My sister is like both my mother and father in different ways. She denies she is like her dad, but yet she would always nitpick at me like she was my mother, and because of my short temper and anger management problems, I'd snap, sometimes getting in her face. She would continue to instigate, which would only piss me off more. Not to mention my mom would get onto me for getting in her face and in a tired tone beg my sister to stop trying to parent me, which she would respond that I need to start acting like an adult and stop getting in people's faces. Well now, ♥♥♥♥♥, I wouldn't be doing that if some people would realize their ♥♥♥♥ role in a family, now would I?
To further complicate the problem, my mother and father have been head to head over a lot of differences. My mom is tired a lot because she is taking care of Adam, my disabled brother with heart conditions and physical disabilities. This means she brushes his teeth, bathes him, shaves him, gets his stuff in order for school in the mornings, takes him to physical therapy, takes him to doctors, has to treat his acne condition, etc etc. Over the years she's gained weight, an addiction to Dr. Pepper, and is depressed. The Dr. Pepper is a clear factor of her weight gain, and any of you who are going "no it's not!", ♥♥♥♥. Tell me the exercise you do, tell me your metabolism, or better yet, show the BMI. I don't care about the flavor or the theory that it helps you sleep. It is unhealthy to drink it daily, which my mom does. Because of her weight, her self-esteem is low, and she hates going out in public. She is afraid of what people think of her. Always has been, from the time she was young and skinny 50 years ago till now.
My mom and dad are always continuously butting heads over a variety of things. My dad has to monitor "pigs" for the gas company he works for, he has to maintain the pressure of the valves and fluid, and make sure that if anything goes down, he calls up his coworkers to check up on them, otherwise the town is without gas. He is gone from 3 in the morning till sometimes 1 at night, and the cycle repeats. He doesn't eat, his diet consists of coffee and leftovers at supper. That is all. So he gets moody. For example, my mom has stopped asking him to mow the lawn because he snaps at her. And when he snaps, the war begins. And I shut my door and drown it in metal. Sometimes this only happens rarely. But my mom is a neat freak. She is afraid someone will randomly show up and see the house and worry one speck of dust will give us a bad name as a family and make it as if we are slobs. So if he doesn't dust for one day she and my little brother are away to visit my sister, like they were yesterday, and she comes home, she'll flip. And they will argue. And I know that he will call her a woman. I don't give a ♥♥♥♥ if she is biologically and physically an adult woman. You are married, you do NOT call your wife a woman out of RESPECT. It's gotten to the point they argue in front of us, and my mom will apologize.
This and all of the above is the key factors for the reason my depression and moodiness lingers. And I ♥♥♥♥ hate it. I hate having to deal with all this ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥, and I want to leave. I've even sworn to myself to remain a single man, that I will never repeat the cycle. Some days I want to kill myself, which is pretty possible considering my knife collection and wires, other times I close my eyes and imagine what life would be like for me if I wasn't a part of any of this, if I would be different, if I would grow up to be a different person, act a different way. Sometimes I even question why I have to put up with this ♥♥♥♥. It's the reason I denounced Christ. I have a counselor for my problems, but I haven't seen him in months. I have the money, but no transportation to get there on my own, so I rely on my mom. So since November of last year, I've coped on my own in any ways possible, helped people, I've stated my views on a variety of issues in the public, on the internet, to get my mind away from it all. And yet, in the end, it lingers.
I don't know what to do. I just want it all to stop.
