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alright...i need to vent...and since no one in the real world will listen...i'll do it here.
so the other night, i logged off cuz i needed to train in the morning and sleep was sounding pretty good.(aside from doing a faceplant on my keyboard.) i got up off my bed, on my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. and my carpet is soaked! At first i thought maybe the dog had an accident, but he was outside(its warm enough now he can sleep out there.) and then i walk toward the bathroom and theres water EVERYWHERE! There's a pump in my closet that's supposed to pump the water from under the house so the basement doesnt leak...well the breaker blew and the pump stopped working(It didnt work all spring) so the water had no where to go except through the hole in my closet floor.
Three hours earlier i had run upstairs to grab some juice and my carpet was dry. Anyway, my little brother came home and started yelling at me because there was water all over the floor, and according to him. I should have been able to stop the mess from happening since i was home all day. So i shouted back at him, and he told me to shut it or he was going to knock my block off...fat chance, the smart a** forgets who he's talking to. So i dared him, and he took a swing at me. I laid him flat out on the ground and called him an ungrateful little brat. So then he calls me a b***h because i told him to help clean up the water.
So after i've calmed down, from yelling at the little monster, i go to his room to apologize, and he screams at me to get the hell out. So i've decided, Fine. if he's going to be a d**k, i can be a b***h. No longer is he allowed the use of my laptop, movies, video games, books, basically...if its mine, he cant use it. Nor can he ask for gas money. seriously...i've had it with him.
For the first time in ten years, i cried. the stress from work, and the stress of fighting with him all week, broke me.I can remember the last day i cried. I was eleven years old, and my grandfather passed away. November 3 1997. And then i cried even more because i got mad at myself for crying over something so stupid. I really need to get away, from everything. My family, my job, my life. I want to start new, somewhere else. I've had enough, I dont know what to do anymore. I'm not sleeping, not really eating, not doing much of anything aside from training. I just want to give up, go into hiding and maybe...never return.
 MidgetFox · Sun Apr 15, 2007 @ 11:23am · 0 Comments |
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