One of my sisters has no sense of personal responsibility. She’s 21. She was finally bullied into getting a job, but even at work all she talks about is how she’s not going to be working there long, and how soon she’s going to leave/be fired. She is constantly complaining, at work and at home, about how sick she is, how hard her life is, how tired she is. If I were to go by what she says instead of what I have observed, she’s been constantly physically sick for about seven months.
In reality, it seems that she is sick whenever anyone else is.
Me: Ugh, I’m feeling a little queasy today.
Her: Well, I’ve been throwing up all day…and I think I have a fever (and blah, blah, blah…)
One of my friends: Gosh, I’m tired.
Her: Yeah, I had three hours sleep last night, then I had to go to work. And I was sick at work. I wanted to come home, but I knew that they’d get mad because I’ve been missing so much (and on and on…)
It’s incredibly draining. You can only say ‘shut up’ so many times before you just want to smack someone.
She hasn’t got a place of her own, and lives with my mother and stepfather in a very small efficiency apartment. My mom and step dad spend half time here in VT, and half time in SC. A month ago my mom asked if my sister could stay with my wife and I while she was up here in VT. She probably got sick of the constant complaining.
So, she’s been sleeping on my couch, eating my food…
and insinuating herself into everything I do.
She told me that I shouldn’t have put in for the week off that I did, because it was ‘inconvenient.’
She’s always lying down on the couch, watching TV. That means that there is no place to sit, and I can’t even listen to music without ‘disturbing’ her.
Since she has made the couch her bed, the couch pillows are always on the floor of our very small living room. The small area that isn’t covered with pillows is choked with blankets, sheets, and the seventeen million bags of crap that she brought with her.
She won’t even pitch in on the dishes.
The kicker: “Well, you guys better not have sex while I’m here, that would be icky, since the walls are so thin!”
Guess who is not staying a second longer than my mother leaving for South Carolina? And guess who isn’t getting to come back?
…The only reason that she is getting to stay until my mom leaves is that it’s a favor to her that we even took the girl that long. My mom has done a lot for me, and made incredible sacrifices that I don’t even know about. I’d do pretty much anything for her. Even still, I think this one bout of sisterhood is all I can take. I’ve started being grumpy all of the time; I’ve started the bad nervous habits that I had worked myself out of. Like biting my nails to the quick and chewing on my lip until it bleeds.
Yesterday she broke my fan and didn’t even tell me about it. It’s going to cost nearly 1/5 of my paycheck to replace the damn thing. When I asked her why she didn’t at least tell me that she broke it, she just shrugged.
Newsflash: Just because it isn’t hot today it doesn’t mean that it will never be hot again. I’m going to need that fan, you rancid hosemonkey.
Last Saturday morning at 3 AM we had to take a friend to the hospital because he was so sick with a stomach virus that had been going around that he’d been throwing up about every twenty minutes for about four hours. He was delirious, in agony, and had to be re-hydrated by I.V. The doctor was very worried about him, and it took three tries with medication to get him settled so that he stopped vomiting.
When we get him back safe at our house, and let him sleep off the medication that they gave him, home she comes from work, and immediately starts in with how much her stomach hurts, and how she’s been vomiting, too.
I sat there and watched her work herself into such a state that she had a fever, and then go to the bathroom to make herself throw up.
What the hell? Why does she have to be the center of attention all the time? Yeah, she’s a middle child, but other middle children have managed to become productive members of society.
sigh
I’m gonna go take another bath. Maybe then I will manage to not dismember her with a fire ax.
