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Nov. 29th, 2005 09:21 pmI had been considering driving out to my sister's this weekend, to visit and see the nieces and nephews, and find out what I should get for Chirstmas.
I got woken up at 12:30 by my brother, sounding gruff and annoyed, and found the screaming savage hordes of aforementioned relatives. O.O No, seriously? Very small children do not deal well with being cramped up and not allowed to move, and with the train ride back from visiting our Mom, thier Grandma (and boy did I hear about how they love thier Grandma, and they didn't wanna come home, andandandand) and then the train station waiting area?
You could power a small city off of them. XD
There was randomness and running around, and chasing of the kitty, who seems to have gotten used to this pretty well. Only they were annoying her because they didn't know how to play. She kept batting at them, and lurking in corners where she's completely visible, thus making it obvious she wants to be chased - and nobody chased her! And they laughed when she batted at them. XD All that energy and no fun for Dusky, poor thing. ^_^
Things got depressing when it turned out Larry had this idea that I was either going to drive them back or let him take my car, and Patricia was trying to talk to me about Mom. >:/ Larry, as per usual, turned into a jerk as soon as I said no - 1. I wouldn't drive myself woken up in the middle of my night, much less Patricia and her kids.
2. I don't feel comfortable with him driving my car. It seems like every other time he's been in my car, something has happened.
3. I knew how he was going to react when I said no, and the attitude of ...I think the word I'm looking for is entitlement? He acts like I have to do things for him or give things to him whenever he asks, because we're family. As if he's ever been that way about doing things for anyone else in the family. ...I could keep ranting here, but I'm honestly getting sick of even thinking about him or Mom. Point is, knowing how he would react had me ticked off already, therefore more likely to say no.
Patricia was wonderful. She wasn't pushy or anything, she was just listening, and I told her about what happened the day of Grandpa's funeral, not so much what was said as how she (Mom) made me feel - like I was being attacked for not listening to her bitching about Dad. That I'm finally starting to do things again, trying to slowly gear myself up for - who knows, I'm trying not to even think that far ahead. And I told her I don't want to talk to Mom, I don't want to let her or Larry get that close because all they try to do is hurt me, and I'm afraid I'll stop moving again.
In the interest of fairness, Larry was pretty decent for being a jerk - that is, he didn't cuss or make a huge scene in front of the kids. He just said that I was selfish, amoung other things. I have to wonder if he even understands the concept of hypocrasy, though.
Now I have no idea what I'm doing this weekend, except I want to go someplace and take pictures.
I got woken up at 12:30 by my brother, sounding gruff and annoyed, and found the screaming savage hordes of aforementioned relatives. O.O No, seriously? Very small children do not deal well with being cramped up and not allowed to move, and with the train ride back from visiting our Mom, thier Grandma (and boy did I hear about how they love thier Grandma, and they didn't wanna come home, andandandand) and then the train station waiting area?
You could power a small city off of them. XD
There was randomness and running around, and chasing of the kitty, who seems to have gotten used to this pretty well. Only they were annoying her because they didn't know how to play. She kept batting at them, and lurking in corners where she's completely visible, thus making it obvious she wants to be chased - and nobody chased her! And they laughed when she batted at them. XD All that energy and no fun for Dusky, poor thing. ^_^
Things got depressing when it turned out Larry had this idea that I was either going to drive them back or let him take my car, and Patricia was trying to talk to me about Mom. >:/ Larry, as per usual, turned into a jerk as soon as I said no - 1. I wouldn't drive myself woken up in the middle of my night, much less Patricia and her kids.
2. I don't feel comfortable with him driving my car. It seems like every other time he's been in my car, something has happened.
3. I knew how he was going to react when I said no, and the attitude of ...I think the word I'm looking for is entitlement? He acts like I have to do things for him or give things to him whenever he asks, because we're family. As if he's ever been that way about doing things for anyone else in the family. ...I could keep ranting here, but I'm honestly getting sick of even thinking about him or Mom. Point is, knowing how he would react had me ticked off already, therefore more likely to say no.
Patricia was wonderful. She wasn't pushy or anything, she was just listening, and I told her about what happened the day of Grandpa's funeral, not so much what was said as how she (Mom) made me feel - like I was being attacked for not listening to her bitching about Dad. That I'm finally starting to do things again, trying to slowly gear myself up for - who knows, I'm trying not to even think that far ahead. And I told her I don't want to talk to Mom, I don't want to let her or Larry get that close because all they try to do is hurt me, and I'm afraid I'll stop moving again.
In the interest of fairness, Larry was pretty decent for being a jerk - that is, he didn't cuss or make a huge scene in front of the kids. He just said that I was selfish, amoung other things. I have to wonder if he even understands the concept of hypocrasy, though.
Now I have no idea what I'm doing this weekend, except I want to go someplace and take pictures.
