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“Do you want some food? or you want us to take you some”
“IDK.”
“Put some water to heat”
“In which pot?”
“Wash the dishes then you will find the pot”
This is a text conversation with my brother, him being lines one, three, and five. So pretty much, I went to sleep at around 3 am.
I wake up around 8 and my stepbrother is walking around all over the place. I get the shrill “HI, JUNIOR!” that I had not heard in months. I’m too tired. I go back to sleep.
I wake up around 11:30. There’s banging at the door. I go to see who it is. Two ladies. Witnesses. I’m too nice to tell them no and I let them leave the magazines here. “We’ll be back some other weekend.” Crap.
So I lay back in bed and continue to read The Picture of Dorian Gray. Then I decide to text my dad.
“We ordered Can’s phone yesterday. 30 dollars. I think it was just charged to the account. He gave me the cash for it.”
“How did you added [sic] the phone? Through sprint or 5linx”
5Linx is some company he is working with through which you can sign up for home phones, cell phones, cable, internet, and home security. The more sign-ups, the more points. The more points, the more money he gets.
“Sprint. Through 5linx, it would only add a $10 line but it was only talk.”
He doesn’t answer. He instead gets home a little while later and he yells at me saying, “That’s why you order from 5Linx and go to Sprint and change that line!” He goes on saying that I need to stop my “little act” and that “we’ll talk about that later.” He tells me that I’m not the one that “runs this yard” and blah blah blah. I tune out.
My brother walks into the room and my dad goes to him and he’s happy as can be with him. My brother’s always been the favorite and everyone knows it. My dad walks towards the door and I hand him the money Can gave me.
“He only gave me $25 ‘cause he didn’t have change.”
He looks at me and then walks away while saying “Keep it. You’ll need it.”
I sit there wondering what the hell is wrong with him and what he meant by that. I tell Can about it and he says it’s his fault. It’s not.
I start reading again. I hate Lord Henry. Soon after, I doze off again, in peace and quiet (I had the house to myself, a rare occurrence). Sooo I wake up around 4. I have a text from my sister.
“Do the dishes before my dad gets home..”
“You would tell ME to do that ‘cause no one else here can, huh.”
“I’m just tellin you cause my dads pissed off at you”
“When isn’t he? When isn’t anyone?”
The discussion goes on for a while. There had been a growing pile of dishes in the sink for a number of days. It was full. No one was gonna do them till I did ‘cause my family dislikes me. So I go wash the dishes while playing Rise Against out loud. My uncle gets home.
Crappola.
I deal. I get on the computer and Facebook for a while. And I get the text from my brother, thinking he’s all that because he is at work with my dad and he can talk down on me.
After arguing with my dad and with my sister and my uncle coming home, I’m not having a good day. And then this. This pissed me off. I can’t wait till this is over. Till it’s gone. Till I no longer have to put up with this. With any of their crap.
I’m tired of it. I’m honestly considering cutting off all contact with them once high school is over.
