My Sister and Brother are bitches and assholes ,more effective:ARSEHOLES!
I don't want to get into too much family history, but a wee back story( a sentence or 2) will provide you with a picture that hasn't changed much( in fact they are worse)since childhood.
My Sister 53 ,my brother 46,I am 51with an 8 year old child.My sister Left home when she was 16, my brother was one of those people that was too good for work,so he borrowed money from my tight ass father to go to school and study:what else?psychology. He never left home.Dropped out of university and stayed with my mom, until she died ,and although he couldn't stand her,he inherited her house.I got left some Lamoge China he got a house.My sister declared "I don't want anything from this bitch and as she usually does: she fled.We grew up in Nova Scotia,she fled for the roaring lights and crazy scene of Midland ,Ontario,(yeeeeeeee haw).Where she sits today and judges the world.My brother,as I said,never left my moms house in N.S. Where he too sits in judgement of the world.Having seen none of it.Oh my mom took us to Ireland when I was 19,so he was 14.and one time he managed to get on a plane to Mexico for a week.So he is an ambassador to The Emerald Isle and the authority on Mian Ruins.(Not to mention everything else).At the ripe age of 21, I left N.S. For Toronto.
I have travelled extensively.Japan, Europe many times,Central and South America,The U.S(of course)across this huge country many times by slow moving vehicles and or planes.I travel.UNTIL....I had a son at 43.
I owned a store,worked in film and t.v. As a technician(scenic painter and set decorator.waitressed forever,oh and studied at various University's across Canada,
Film studies,interior design, and various attempts at undergrad.degrees.I presently live in beautiful Vancouver(as far away as I could get from N.S. And still be in Canada! I am 51 with an 8 year old child. His father passed away when he was 4.
But he was a dead beat dad.....now a dead,dead beat dad.(Sorry, couldn't resist)
Ok I hope I haven't bored y'all ?!
I haven't seen my siblings in 17 years.Last Summer ,actually Sept.(When the child is in school) "They" decide their going to come and visit.Ok I thought this is weird.To come all the way from N.S.and 0ntario to visit at the beginning of the school year.A bit thoughtless but hey,I was excited to see them,and show off my brilliant son.
They arrive,my sister,her daughter,my brother,his wife.From the moment they arrived it started going down hill.They treated me as if I didn't exist. They were here just for the kid.Firstly they didn't stay with me(tanks be),but rather in another city.Ok and during school.They rented a large vehicle con car seat for my baby.I was relegated to the back of the bus(naturally).And we went all over North Van. Vancouver.Grouse mountain(my sister entered a race for 7 am up the mountain) Known as the Grouse Grind. I have been up it several times by tram and twice on foot.It takes a smoker 2 hours to get up to the top.Halfway through You wanna cry...it's too far to the top and too far to go back....It can be quite frightening!And my sister wants to run up it!....I am not pumped about it,7 am running up a mountain.I'm starting to see an agenda.She tells me this is what I will be doing.So we'll pick you up at 6....."0k, sounds fun"(not in the least).She gets her and her 26 year old daughter(who incredulously acts 14 maybe)registered and they get their race packs (water sunglasses,powdered food and a survival blanket) In case you faint,get lost.The glasses? I don't know what they were for there was no sun in them there hills.It was frigidly cold.We had had some disagreement the day before,so she didn't pick up my survival/race pack.I am on my own. This mountain is in North Vancouver, I live in Vancouver.And I cycle or bus...I can't be bothered having a car.(Cuz I don't need one)....Anywho, the day of the race.I get an option out from the holy one(my sister).I take it! Yah run up a mountain,with no coffee first....God the sun had just come up!So her and My niece (with her "my little pony dolls.."for luck ?Wtf?...JK.Set off on their jaunt up the mountain(I tittered to myself)My brother, his wife my son and I go for breakfast.Where he pays for everyone but me...nice!....We have to meet them atop the mountain.If he's so cheap ,his home owner self,(Oh I didn't mention: he's a computer whiz...I think he invented the Internet!...but he had to leave the house,so someone got there first..JK What I'm trying to say is he got a job finally doing some computer thing with high security access.His wife finished her psychology and masters and ergo:
Is a Doctoro.Me the single mom,living in subsidized housing.Wonders if he stiffed me on breakfast how am I gonna pay the 50$ to go up said mountain on tram?
Well if he doesn't pay, my son and I will sit at the stile of the mountain and wait for this travesty to be over.But he WILL pay as "They are the invites...and they want my child!
We get to toll booth for tram...I tell him I can't afford that...he pays(he doesn't have any rent to pay in the most expensive city on the planet...I Do!
We no sooner get to the top,and bam!there's my sister.Freakng out!(I titter inside again....or did I Twitter ....Anyhow the emotion coming from her is much!
She starts to ball.....I was uncomfortable and my son was getting a bit freaked out. So we( my son and I )start hedging for the coffee shop(home of the 10$ bagel) When my brother grabs my sons hand and says" Don't you think he should spend time with us?....wtf? There are two places to go atop the mountain. Coffee/gift shop...or a trail for tourists (not the Grind).You go do something else,he should be with us!....I was so incredulous at his request and hurt I might add, that I was going to burst into tears.I dropped my sons hand and exited to coffee for 1.
Whilst my mean spirited family,had a walk about and took pics..with out the burden of myself.I snuck away to have a smoke,drink my coffee, and wait!
It must have been two hours.Enough time for me to think"I shouldn't have let them take my son....their bad manners, didn't impress me at all and I was worried for my son(not his safety),but we were not dressed for a two hour hike on a mountain top.I have his mittens! It was hot in the city!....he must be wondering where mommy is and cold!....Did they leave? Oh God....When clunk clunk...I hear my sister and son "Where's mommy" he asks. I hear her tell him "Oh she's hiding ,so we'll think that she fell off the mountain and then it would all be about her"
""Ah,I'm right here dear,waiting for you"....she looks busted!(what a bitch).Talking to him like that! No wonder her daughter is so regressed!" Apparently she also told my son if:"If we don't find her ,we'll leave without her" ....My sister in law told her ,"Don't do that"(God bless her)
"His hands are cold" she quips.Avoiding my tres angry glare.
"How dare you"..."what kind of an infant are you?","scaring a little boy like that"
She tells me to fuck off!.....we don't speak at all.We go back to there hotel. Now I would leave at this point.But we are not in my city and They have the car.
While the family cleans up or whatever their conspiring....I sit alone at the pool.
My son and I had a swim .My brother can't swim (lives surrounded by 4500 k of coastline and he can't go in the water. The computer stole his life. Whilst we swim my brother wants to take pictures.He actually asked me to move out of the frame, as he only wants pictures of My son.Nice!( While my mother was alive,she had a gallery of family portraits going up her staircase.when she passed away my brother took my portrait down and gave it to me,stating I don't want "this".....I was so hurt. My dad said "I would like it", one of the few kind things He's ever done.I haven't spoken to him going on 18 years.Not for lack of trying,He has never acknowledged my son. I have no family now!
Rather, I have my boy,thank God! My beautiful baby....Good riddance to those creeps Sans my sister in law....She's good,normal. I wish we could be friends but my brother is in the way.And my Neice....well ,unfortunately !she is a little too close to my sister......Calls her mamma...like my 8 yr old.....she's almost 30!
Well there it is .There were countless more hurtful and spiteful things they did...but alas I grow weary of this tale! ....I need to get back to my real family!
Please comment!( and spare me any abuse ,Im all full up.)