About four years ago, I was a year removed from high school and I had to move with my asthma/arthritis ridden grandmother to a house four towns away from my home town, which broke my heart as it was, but then it had about ten stairs to my grandmother's bedroom, which wasn't easy on her, and it was $1100 a month, which I paid part of, but we otherwise couldn't afford. As if that weren't enough, my grandmother's son came home and he brought this woman home who was not only a hopeless alcoholic (one of the reasons I still don't drink) but also a complete and total nutcase. This, combined with not being able to go to college until just that year in exchange for a seven-month secretarial course I didn't wanna go to that didn't teach me a thing, pretty much was the final nail in the coffin for me at that period. I was burned out, I hated going home and I cringed every time I left my home town to get on the bus to come home.
How much of a nutcase was this woman, you ask? Well, I came home from work one Saturday evening around midnight (I'd gotten off about an hour previously but trains in my area here in the States are that messed up) and all I wanted was a drink of iced tea and some sleep. My uncle, this woman, her eight year old son are up wide awake playing cards, the former two visibly smashed. She's rambling on to me about how I showed her son the computer and I'm not listening. She tries to embrace me, I nudge her off, and I asked her not to touch me anymore. She says, without skipping a beat, "All right, fine, I'll just come in while you're sleeping and rape ya!" A few weeks later she asked me what I wanted for Christmas, and according to my uncle, I wasn't allowed to tell her I didn't want any presents from her. A buddy of mine even told his employer when I told her this story, "He looked like he saw a ghost when she said that to him!"
It was a nightmare that year because I was the only person in the house who was consistently annoyed with and pissed at her living with us and causing trouble. My depression was losing me ambition at the time, but the only thing I knew about my life at that point was she was in it and I wanted her just to leave. One day my uncle and her were never talking again, the next day they were going to get married. Just like my grandmother. Deep down, she was always with me in that she knew this woman wasn't one of us and she didn't belong with us, but one day she was telling my uncle she wasn't allowed to stay the next day she was driving her to K-Mart to help her buy Christmas presents (and she had to pay this woman every time! When I learned this a year later, my animosity meter went up a notch higher).
About nine months of this kept up and almost drove me to a breakdown, but I'm happy to report that not only is the woman long gone from my life, but we also don't live in that town anymore, it was only temporary just like this woman, which makes me so happy to report (after the year we spent there, I would have been happy if we moved to Iraq just before the new war broke out).
Now I'd just lost my Mom (anyresum at age 37) and my Pop-Pop (heart attack at 62) in 1996, and I knew neither of these people, both being strong-willed, big-hearted yet hot-tempered people, would put up with this lady, and she couldn't understand why I didn't like her, so my attitude was, "You come into my life really quickly when it pretty much sucks to begin with, you turn it upside down, you cause nothing but trouble with my family and I, and you still expect all of our lives to revolve around you, you're damn right I don't want you around."
Well, you asked me what I wanted to bitch about, didn't you?
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