Yeah it's been 2 weeks since I've written anything. Sorry to disappoint you all, but I've had a lot of my own stuff going on lately, and writing about my problems at home hasn't exactly been my idea of fun. I definately wanted to give you something though, so that you don't all abandon my poor piece of existance and only real outlet. Things at home are still a mess. Actually, they got a little bit worse when my aunt’s brother sent her an e-mail a couple weeks ago, expressing his concern for her health and sanity. After my aunt’s anger subsided, she spent a week patronizing the e-mail.
“Oh, well I’m just an alcoholic…and I don’t care about anybody but myself, and you’re all enablers,” she would say in a very quiet voice…as if looking for sympathy. It was ridiculous.
The e-mail that her brother sent her stated that my cousin is now saying that my aunt also molested her. I’m trying really hard to stay out of this mess, but my aunt keeps trying to bring me into it. It really is heart breaking to see her crying hysterically, saying, “All I ever wanted was to have a child – a daughter…and I got my wish! I got my baby girl…and she has hurt me more than anybody else in this entire world! My own flesh and blood, the one thing I’ve wanted my entire life, and she’s killing me!” Yeah…intense. It sucks, but she really did bring it upon herself.
The part that gets me is that after my aunt told me this, she was crying and wanted a hug. So, I hug her, and all I can think about is how badly she smelled, and I wondered when her last shower was. I mean, I thought I was gonna heave. I’m so shallow.
In other news, my aunt hasn’t had any more incidents with painkillers or muscle relaxers. Go Prozac!
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