Holy crap what a night this turned out to be. I hate family. Period. Minus my mom. Everybody else can suck on a camel's sweaty hairy chafed left nut. I don't even know if I have the energy for this. Seriously. This night is just going to have to get split into a couple of posts.
My Family's Side of the Drama
I'm tired, there's a lot, so this is the shortened version. Sort of.
Long ago I described the scenario about my family and the properties next door. Who owns what, who gets along with whom, etc. As it still stands, my dad, my uncle, and two of my aunts own the property next to ours. One of the aunts we never see or speak to. The other is so busy with parties and nine million other things that she can't make time to sit down and have a serious conversation. My uncle is a manipulative bastard. My dad, among some of his other traits that you well know about, is broke ass broke. Put all of these together and what do you get? A property that's sitting, going to waste, having nothing done with it, and soaking up money from people who can't afford it.
There's been a sort of triangle going on between my dad, my uncle and this one aunt (divorced my uncle 20 some years ago). It's screwed up, but my uncle still fools around with her even though he's married. Well, long story short, my dad over the last few years was seeing her a little. It was more of a companionship thing, but now they aren't even at that point. They communicate, but there's no time spent together or anything like that. A few days ago my aunt and my uncle were down at the other house talking and stuff, and my dad went down there. He had already been down there, went home to get something, and came back. Well, nothing was particularly going on, but I guess my uncle thought there was going to be. Supposedly he got all offended and upset that my dad came back and that manifested itself tonight.
My uncle went off on my dad. It was stupid. I'll be the first to admit when my dad has fucked up, believe me, but this time ... no, this time he didn't do anything to be guilty of. My uncle is the one cheating on HIS god damn wife. That bastard was trying to tell my dad about etiquette and manners even. I'm sorry, if you're a cheater you don't know the first thing about that shit truly. Those things have to do with a certain level of respect, and if you're a cheater, you do not deserve nor know how to give respect. Sorry, that's just the way it is in my book. Cheaters never prosper.
Fast forwarding again through all of my muddled pissed off thoughts. My dad is basically pissed enough that now he wants to hire and lawyer and wash his hands of ownership of the middle property (if you're trying to keep up, there's our house, then this property they all own, and then another house right next door that my uncle now owns since my great aunt passed). For him to want to do that, it's bad. He is so emotionally and sentimentally attached to these properties it's not even funny. He grew up here from babyhood on up. I've been of the mindset that my aunt and uncle are trying to manipulate my dad and push him out of the property ownership for a while now. This is yet another step in their game.
Without all the gory details, yes I do have firm reason to believe this. It's pissing me off. Granted, I don't give a rats ass if my dad does fall on some hard times in other circumstances, but THIS is just not fair. This is bullshit. So yeah, it's pissing me off. Now, I will say that there's about NOTHING I can do about it, and I shouldn't be worrying about it, but it is my family and it is also property I'm attached to in a way as well. Also, I don't care who it is, if I see somebody screwing somebody I don't like it and if I can help stop it I want to. Further, I'm becoming quite the vindictive little bitch lately and I wouldn't mind fucking my aunt and uncle over just a little bit. It might be fun. Horrible of me? Maybe. Do I care? Not anymore. Have they given me reasons not to? No, all they've done throughout my life is act like they're better than me, belittle me and treat me inappropriately (especially my uncle, who distances himself from me now ever since I shoved him against a concrete wall because he kept leering at me and trying to grab me).
Fuck my family, play time is over ... or in another way, maybe it's just beginning. I'm tired of the shit and I'm going to do what I have to do so as not to have to worry about it. These people are going to soon learn that I'm a force not to be reckoned with if they're smart. Damn, too bad they're all idiots.



