Family rant best posted in the blog.
My family can seriously go fuck themselves. What would be poetic justice is if I passed the exam the first time.. made enough money to take care of everything myself, and had little or nothing to do with them.
My father had an almost tepid reaction to my scheduling the exam.
He sounded like he didn't even really care.
Then, my aunt the artist.. justifying him.. saying that he treats me as he does because he knows that I go to the track once a week. "I'm giving you my opinion". She says.
Fuck you. No one asked for your "opinion". The money I spend is my own, not his. My going to the track gives my father the right to rip my dead mother, and to treat me like shit, and never see me, as long as he treats everyone else like gold, according to my aunt. .
You're giving your "opinion" about the money I spend at the track,. but the thousands you took from my mom and me because your boyfriend "couldn't work" was fine. The fact that you didn't want to go into a business with me that might have made both our lives better, was fine, according to my aunt. She has an excuse for everything. .
Between them, and the other aunt who doesn't even want to talk to me, after I was so helpful to her, I just hope and pray that all my hard work is rewarded, I pass my exam, so I can give these people the cold shoulder. I just called my other aunt, the astrologer.. to check in, out of concern, and for the umpteenth time she shooed me off the phone. Now I'm going to wait for her to call me, as she never talks to me when I call her.
I know I have to get back to focusing on my exam. I plan to talk to these people as little as possible over the next 36 hours. I just hope and pray that I take my exam, and pass the first time. I would deserve it after all the hard work I put in.
My family can seriously go fuck themselves. What would be poetic justice is if I passed the exam the first time.. made enough money to take care of everything myself, and had little or nothing to do with them.
My father had an almost tepid reaction to my scheduling the exam.
He sounded like he didn't even really care.
Then, my aunt the artist.. justifying him.. saying that he treats me as he does because he knows that I go to the track once a week. "I'm giving you my opinion". She says.
Fuck you. No one asked for your "opinion". The money I spend is my own, not his. My going to the track gives my father the right to rip my dead mother, and to treat me like shit, and never see me, as long as he treats everyone else like gold, according to my aunt. .
You're giving your "opinion" about the money I spend at the track,. but the thousands you took from my mom and me because your boyfriend "couldn't work" was fine. The fact that you didn't want to go into a business with me that might have made both our lives better, was fine, according to my aunt. She has an excuse for everything. .
Between them, and the other aunt who doesn't even want to talk to me, after I was so helpful to her, I just hope and pray that all my hard work is rewarded, I pass my exam, so I can give these people the cold shoulder. I just called my other aunt, the astrologer.. to check in, out of concern, and for the umpteenth time she shooed me off the phone. Now I'm going to wait for her to call me, as she never talks to me when I call her.
I know I have to get back to focusing on my exam. I plan to talk to these people as little as possible over the next 36 hours. I just hope and pray that I take my exam, and pass the first time. I would deserve it after all the hard work I put in.
