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May. 30th, 2013 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
promenyNot much is really happening right now; just stewing over the various things that I know or have noticed over the past couple of days.
When I was at my old house I noticed that my Dad put away most of the pictures of my mother. That makes me pretty angry. I was supposed to have coffee with him today but I'm not going to; I'm sick and tired of pretending that everything is okay with him, when it isn't. He wants to see another woman, which upsets me because it hasn't even been a year since my mother died. All of this is just fucking crazy. I'm really not telling you the full story.
On the plus side, I'm closer to my sister than I've ever been before. There is sort of a schism between the remaining family, with me and my sister on one side and my brother and father on the other. I care about my father and brother obviously but both of them are kind of alienating me and my sister, although in my Dad's case it is really unintentional. Not that he would change his ways, though; he simply thinks that he is never wrong. And my brother? I think that he is becoming an alcoholic, although at least he hates drugs. He's seen too many people, including his last fling, become permafried. He even accused me of being fried, once (I only use substances lightly). I just chalk it up to him being insecure. I still want to visit him and bring him the family Dreamcast but I don't like how he is treating my sister. He sort of reminds me of Charles Bukowski in both his writing style and mannerisms.
He did write something offensive about my mother's dead body a few weeks ago; I was understanding, but my sister unfriended him, thinking that he was just doing that for attention. But to be honest I'm now kind of bothered by it, too.
I'm just really disturbed right now, in general. No wonder why I had to go to the psych ward two weeks ago.
When I was at my old house I noticed that my Dad put away most of the pictures of my mother. That makes me pretty angry. I was supposed to have coffee with him today but I'm not going to; I'm sick and tired of pretending that everything is okay with him, when it isn't. He wants to see another woman, which upsets me because it hasn't even been a year since my mother died. All of this is just fucking crazy. I'm really not telling you the full story.
On the plus side, I'm closer to my sister than I've ever been before. There is sort of a schism between the remaining family, with me and my sister on one side and my brother and father on the other. I care about my father and brother obviously but both of them are kind of alienating me and my sister, although in my Dad's case it is really unintentional. Not that he would change his ways, though; he simply thinks that he is never wrong. And my brother? I think that he is becoming an alcoholic, although at least he hates drugs. He's seen too many people, including his last fling, become permafried. He even accused me of being fried, once (I only use substances lightly). I just chalk it up to him being insecure. I still want to visit him and bring him the family Dreamcast but I don't like how he is treating my sister. He sort of reminds me of Charles Bukowski in both his writing style and mannerisms.
He did write something offensive about my mother's dead body a few weeks ago; I was understanding, but my sister unfriended him, thinking that he was just doing that for attention. But to be honest I'm now kind of bothered by it, too.
I'm just really disturbed right now, in general. No wonder why I had to go to the psych ward two weeks ago.
