Why me!? Why me!? Why me!?
So, Mom has been living with sister for 5 months. Sister is a b****. She has made Mom miserable during that time. Mom wants to live with me. So, I board kitty, take dog and pick up brother in Arizona. Drop dog off with other sister. Drive to Oklahoma. Hate Oklahoma. I happen to be the only dark skinned member of my family and am actually biological daughter of b**** sister, having been adopted by grandmother, who is now Mom. Got it? Okay. CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE TACKY ENOUGH TO WALK UP TO A COMPLETE STRANGER AND ASK THEM ABOUT THEIR BACKGROUND? Apparently, you can in Oklahoma. I was having a hard enough time trying to get used to all of the stares, which were very uncomfortable, by the way. And the drive, which sucked. And the fact that I wanted to get back home ASAP, while the others seemed more than happy to putz around. ARGH! So, I’ve got hillbillies basically wondering how I can be dark colored when my Mom is not, who my mother is and how I relate in this family, stares because there just aren’t enough “colored” (that’s how they put it) people in town, and a round trip drive of 3800 miles, much of which was cramped in a car because my Mom had so much stuff and we couldn’t get a UHAUL trailer, people wasting fricking time while I’m trying to get back home so that I don’t waste too many vacation days on this trip to hell, and I’m paying for it. And my back is killing me because of 5 straight days in a car seat. No, I don’t like long distance driving. More power to you truck drivers out there (except for the one that tried to drive me off the road in New Mexico.)