My white trash, ignorant sister
I have a sister who is extremely white trash. I honestly hate her with a deep passion. She is so ignorant it scares me that we share some of the same DNA. She had a relationship with my mother, her husband, and myself but in nine months she has mananged to damage if not destroy them and her career. It’s sad that she is that sucky. She goes to the bars every weekend with her white trash friends who have been nothing short of a bad influence. She has her priorites in the wrong, very wrong, spots. She put her “bar family” infront of her own flesh and her step mother who has been there for her almost her whole life. My mother cared a whole lot about her and she threw her and I under the bus whenever she could. She is obsessed with drama and gossip like a dog is to blood. She feeds off of it, craves it, desires it, and it fuels her for even more destruction. The destruction she can cause is mind blowing. But the scary thing is, is that she does not realize her acts. It is like she is oblivious to the small yet devastating fact that she is a bitch. A flat out ignorant bitch. She ruined my mom’s suprise party because she thought she could get her way by doing it. Well I sent her this text to express my anger and feelings that I had kept hidden under a blanket of fear for so long.
This is how the text messages went… “Very good, want a cookie Jessica?” Her reply… “Stop being a bitch.” My reply…”NO I’m sick of your bullshit Jessica. Your mindless mind fucks. Your games you play are cruel and if you do not know what I’m talking about you are ignorant and stupid. (I doubt she knows what ignorant means) You shall not talk down to me anymore. Good day to you.” Her reply…”What the hell are you talking about. I’m not goingto be talked to like that by a 16 year old.” My reply…”Good because I’m not going to. You seriously should grow up. Get your priorities straight. You put friends and the bar before your family. I have never met someone capable of screwing up relationships, a career, and a life like you have. But I do not care because it is your life. I pity you. Take your ignorance and stupidity, talk about me to your trashy friends, but stay away from me. Stop messing up peoples lives. Don’t communicate to me anymore. You, grandmother, aunt aliison, that whole family are ignorant FUCKS. Again, I pity you all.” Soooo, I hope I made my point. She sent them to my mother thinking my mother would punish me or withdraw emotions from me, but of course my mother agreed with me. You honestly do not know the kind of destruction my sister can and has caused. She is a horrible, dramatic, and stupid girl. She did not finish high school, never really had her father, and wasn’t paid much attention to. This might be a small excuse, pathetic at best, but still an excuse for her pitiful cries for attention. Which leads to my father, who I once admired as a strong, confident, and intelligent intellectual but now I pity him. Alcohol and depression took him by the neck and choked every good thing out of him. Every last memory, priority, care, all sucked out of him. He is trying to recover but stress has lead to health problems which in turn leads to the fact that he has to work harder at work which leads to more stress. Never ending circle eh? His family is rich or they like to think that. They are all about status. This amuses me because how can you live life, love life, feel life, and want life, when all you care about is status. I see the world and people a totally different way than them. I walk outside and breath the air deep into my lungs and know that I am alive. I see the best in people. I look at personality rather than riches. I see their beauty by their ability to hold an intelligent conversation rather than the color of their hair or softness of their skin. I am so grateful I am not ignorant or selfish and I am open minded. My father has given me his small upper lip, anxiety attacks, smarts and a love for anthropology but that is all. All that he can account for. I am my mothers daughter and I say it with pirde because I am who I am because of her.
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This was a good post, Kendall, I really feel sorry about being a dick to you now.
I can kind of understand what you’re going through, though the sister thing hasn’t happened yet(hopefully it won’t), my father was never around, he was( and maybe still is) a pothead who favoured getting high over his wife and me from age 0-2.
He left when I was two, and the only things he’s given me are depression, OCD, an addictive personality, and many other problems that would take too long to get into. Sadly, I’ve only talked to him a couple of times and only actually have one memory of him.
He’s stopped paying child support, so I now have to find out if he’s in jail or not( sometimes that’s a reason why we stop getting child support), so I’m going to have to call family that lives in War, WV that I’ve only talked to twice in my life to figure out how to talk to him.
Maybe I’ll be able to get a relationship started with him again… Oh, by the way, i have two half-brothers, one ten years older than me whom I’ve never spoken to, and one who’s ten years younger that I got to talk to for about five minutes, I really want to meet them.
Anyways, thanks for the post.