Yeah, since it's a bad idea to use up all my minutes trying to get someone to pick up the phone, I figured I'd turn to all you guys.
Background stuff first, so you know where I'm coming from. My older sister, Becky, has this enormous beef with my other sister, Kathy. I come from this real Christian, religious/conservative-like family. My heritage has a latino backdrop or whatever, my real mom was Nicaraguan, my mom is Peruvian, and my dad is Cuban, so we have our customs and all. Becky was the favorite, and she always made herself out to be like she was the perfect little angel, always going to church, reading the Bible, all that, you know. She and dad were like best friends, and she was dad's favorite anyway, and that was whatever. Who cares?
But then you know, she hung with this shithead mexican I never liked named Israel Guzman. I never ever liked him, me and my bad vibes. And she started sleeping with him, haha, perfect little angel, right? It was whatever. It was tough, and we was all grinding without Juan [my brother] and Kathy because they was at the Air Force for the longest time [basic, tech school] so it wasn't like they knew what was really goin on. To make a long story short, she basically ditched us for this retarded man. And she got married like December 22 or something like that in Mexico without dad's blessing and all that. This is how bad she forgets about her family. She was going to get married on the anniversary of our mother's death [My, Kathy, and Becky's mother]. The only reason she didn't was because she forgot and Kathy was like "Why are you getting married on the day our Mom died?" I don't remember my mother and I remember what day she died. Bullshit, right?
But see, Becky's beef with Kathy grows worse. Yeah they always had a beef between them, and it really wasn't Kathy's fault because Becky was always fanning the flames. [out with it all] Ever since Kathy was born, Dad says, Becky was always trippin over Kathy. He said he walked in on Becky when she was a baby choking Kathy to death. She was doing a good job, supposedly she was blue and purple. But the beef grew worse cuz Kathy had been dating someone[Chamual] ever since she was 16, and she's gonna be 21 in September. Last year around this time, Chamual proposed, right? Cool, that was more than whatever, it was great, Cham had the blessing and everything.
So in about March this year, Becky decides to send Kathy hate-mail, and calls her a prick and all that shit on the email, which really pissed me off, and basically says Kathy is the fakest person to walk to planet, which is a lie. Yeah, yeah. Over time, I forgave her, in like June.
So it's July 25. The wedding day. We all go get our hair done. We check out the flowers and come back. Guess what? Becky's home. Greaaat. I was mad. I wanted to go and destroy her with my recently painted nails, but I kept my mouth shut and my eyes cool. Becky walks into our room [me and Kathy shared rooms] "I just wanted to say hi."
My cousins Florencia and Macarena say hi. Kathy: "I thought you were mad at me."
"I'm not."
Me: "That ain't what you told me, you said you was mad at-"
Becky: "I'm not."
Kathy: "So you're talking to me? I thought you didn't want me to talk to you."
Becky: "I didn't, it's okay."
I twitched. But it was whatever.
Kathy: "Oh, so we're talking"
Becky: "A little."
Kathy looked so happy, you know, like her older sister talking to her was better than her own wedding. I felt different. I knew something was up, you dig? I could feel it in my bones. Kathy hugged her, and I relaxed a little. Kathy was cool with it, and I would relax.
I leave them alone for two seconds and Kathy comes back upstairs, "Marian, can you get my dress?"
"Weren't you just downstairs."
".. I don't want to see her."
"Why?" See?
"Because she said all that stuff that happened with the relationship was all my fault."
Are you fuckin serious? I wanted to go downstairs and grab her by the hairs and kick her the fuck out of my house, dammit, with her slutty see-through pants and shirt walkin around like the biggest whore ever. Oh, but I wish I could, but our family from Florida was still in the house. I was so mad I was shaking.
So I got the dress, and Mom totally ditched us, so I was the only one to help Kathy put on her dress. I wanted to cry, I wanted to blow a hole in the wall, I wanted to go to Mexico and throw Israel to the gangs so he could get destroyed. But it was okay, just keep my cool, and when I go to the church, stay attached to Jessica [Kathy's best friend] so I don't fly into the pews to pound her to a pulp. Even Matt and Steven [groomsmen or whatever] could tell somethin was up. So everything's cool, and Kathy gets marriend, I sing badly, even though everyone said I sang "beautifully." I make this toast at the reception, and I realize now I was scorning Becky through some of the words I said. "Kathy did everything right." Haha.
They make their getaway. Everyone cleans and it's just me, Mom, Dad, and Becky. I go to the car after everythings done and cleaned, and my feet are killing me. I was pretty sad. Hey, Kathy's married. I'm all alone now. No more sisters. Becky comes up and was like "you should carry the cake in your lap." All I said was, "no, no, this is my future homecoming dress."
Becky really thinks people must respect her. "Don't give me that attitude, just turn around, don't talk to me like that, you can't talk to me like that." Dammit, I wanted to slap her. She really thinks I see her as my fucking sister. I snapped. The emotional stress. I was grinding the whole week, and I snapped. Mom comes in the car, and I'm like silently crying cuz I'm just so angry. And Mom's like what's wrong? I screamed bloody murder about Becky in spanish for about five minutes.
Now I'm an emotional wreck. Cuz the next day, I looked underneath my bunk to see if Kathy was there, and I was like, "Oh she's married and on her honeymoon." Ehh. Becky came lookin like a slut again. Dad begged me to keep my cool. My Dad is 54 years old, an ex-army grunt; he does not beg. I was like "fine, but I ain't talkin to her." We all went to Aunt Doris's. Later we shot the guns, and Becky shot okay. I shot better. Hahaha, that's real immature, but I just wanted to kill her so I don't care.
Alright so the big thing is, How the hell do you deal with this stupid shit? It's like Kathy left, and Becky suddenly came back and trying to act like she's the big sister when she ain't. I'm so mad my grammar on this thing is probably hard to understand, haha. I'm all by myself, kids, and I really don't know how much I can take. I'm an emotional wreck, guys. That's sort of without all the other retarded details in my life.
Help?
Background stuff first, so you know where I'm coming from. My older sister, Becky, has this enormous beef with my other sister, Kathy. I come from this real Christian, religious/conservative-like family. My heritage has a latino backdrop or whatever, my real mom was Nicaraguan, my mom is Peruvian, and my dad is Cuban, so we have our customs and all. Becky was the favorite, and she always made herself out to be like she was the perfect little angel, always going to church, reading the Bible, all that, you know. She and dad were like best friends, and she was dad's favorite anyway, and that was whatever. Who cares?
But then you know, she hung with this shithead mexican I never liked named Israel Guzman. I never ever liked him, me and my bad vibes. And she started sleeping with him, haha, perfect little angel, right? It was whatever. It was tough, and we was all grinding without Juan [my brother] and Kathy because they was at the Air Force for the longest time [basic, tech school] so it wasn't like they knew what was really goin on. To make a long story short, she basically ditched us for this retarded man. And she got married like December 22 or something like that in Mexico without dad's blessing and all that. This is how bad she forgets about her family. She was going to get married on the anniversary of our mother's death [My, Kathy, and Becky's mother]. The only reason she didn't was because she forgot and Kathy was like "Why are you getting married on the day our Mom died?" I don't remember my mother and I remember what day she died. Bullshit, right?
But see, Becky's beef with Kathy grows worse. Yeah they always had a beef between them, and it really wasn't Kathy's fault because Becky was always fanning the flames. [out with it all] Ever since Kathy was born, Dad says, Becky was always trippin over Kathy. He said he walked in on Becky when she was a baby choking Kathy to death. She was doing a good job, supposedly she was blue and purple. But the beef grew worse cuz Kathy had been dating someone[Chamual] ever since she was 16, and she's gonna be 21 in September. Last year around this time, Chamual proposed, right? Cool, that was more than whatever, it was great, Cham had the blessing and everything.
So in about March this year, Becky decides to send Kathy hate-mail, and calls her a prick and all that shit on the email, which really pissed me off, and basically says Kathy is the fakest person to walk to planet, which is a lie. Yeah, yeah. Over time, I forgave her, in like June.
So it's July 25. The wedding day. We all go get our hair done. We check out the flowers and come back. Guess what? Becky's home. Greaaat. I was mad. I wanted to go and destroy her with my recently painted nails, but I kept my mouth shut and my eyes cool. Becky walks into our room [me and Kathy shared rooms] "I just wanted to say hi."
My cousins Florencia and Macarena say hi. Kathy: "I thought you were mad at me."
"I'm not."
Me: "That ain't what you told me, you said you was mad at-"
Becky: "I'm not."
Kathy: "So you're talking to me? I thought you didn't want me to talk to you."
Becky: "I didn't, it's okay."
I twitched. But it was whatever.
Kathy: "Oh, so we're talking"
Becky: "A little."
Kathy looked so happy, you know, like her older sister talking to her was better than her own wedding. I felt different. I knew something was up, you dig? I could feel it in my bones. Kathy hugged her, and I relaxed a little. Kathy was cool with it, and I would relax.
I leave them alone for two seconds and Kathy comes back upstairs, "Marian, can you get my dress?"
"Weren't you just downstairs."
".. I don't want to see her."
"Why?" See?
"Because she said all that stuff that happened with the relationship was all my fault."
Are you fuckin serious? I wanted to go downstairs and grab her by the hairs and kick her the fuck out of my house, dammit, with her slutty see-through pants and shirt walkin around like the biggest whore ever. Oh, but I wish I could, but our family from Florida was still in the house. I was so mad I was shaking.
So I got the dress, and Mom totally ditched us, so I was the only one to help Kathy put on her dress. I wanted to cry, I wanted to blow a hole in the wall, I wanted to go to Mexico and throw Israel to the gangs so he could get destroyed. But it was okay, just keep my cool, and when I go to the church, stay attached to Jessica [Kathy's best friend] so I don't fly into the pews to pound her to a pulp. Even Matt and Steven [groomsmen or whatever] could tell somethin was up. So everything's cool, and Kathy gets marriend, I sing badly, even though everyone said I sang "beautifully." I make this toast at the reception, and I realize now I was scorning Becky through some of the words I said. "Kathy did everything right." Haha.
They make their getaway. Everyone cleans and it's just me, Mom, Dad, and Becky. I go to the car after everythings done and cleaned, and my feet are killing me. I was pretty sad. Hey, Kathy's married. I'm all alone now. No more sisters. Becky comes up and was like "you should carry the cake in your lap." All I said was, "no, no, this is my future homecoming dress."
Becky really thinks people must respect her. "Don't give me that attitude, just turn around, don't talk to me like that, you can't talk to me like that." Dammit, I wanted to slap her. She really thinks I see her as my fucking sister. I snapped. The emotional stress. I was grinding the whole week, and I snapped. Mom comes in the car, and I'm like silently crying cuz I'm just so angry. And Mom's like what's wrong? I screamed bloody murder about Becky in spanish for about five minutes.
Now I'm an emotional wreck. Cuz the next day, I looked underneath my bunk to see if Kathy was there, and I was like, "Oh she's married and on her honeymoon." Ehh. Becky came lookin like a slut again. Dad begged me to keep my cool. My Dad is 54 years old, an ex-army grunt; he does not beg. I was like "fine, but I ain't talkin to her." We all went to Aunt Doris's. Later we shot the guns, and Becky shot okay. I shot better. Hahaha, that's real immature, but I just wanted to kill her so I don't care.
Alright so the big thing is, How the hell do you deal with this stupid shit? It's like Kathy left, and Becky suddenly came back and trying to act like she's the big sister when she ain't. I'm so mad my grammar on this thing is probably hard to understand, haha. I'm all by myself, kids, and I really don't know how much I can take. I'm an emotional wreck, guys. That's sort of without all the other retarded details in my life.
Help?