Everything Crashing

My sister moved in with us. Yep, with 2 of her kids, and her two dogs. Thankfully an absolutely amazing awesome incredible person we used to volunteer in an animal rescue with took her 20 year old cat, and the litter of 3 kittens she just came home with one day.

This is just going to be a brief mentioning of odd moments.

I have not found a way to explain OCD to any of them. My niece is getting the hang of using the term, but she still doesn’t get that I pull out my hair because I have to, and I can’t stop myself. Even if you relate that she is constantly sucking on her whole freaking hand and can’t stop, or that my nephew needs to wear gloves to clean and arrange things in certain orders, this still doesn’t make sense.

My sister justified staying overnight at her new boyfriends house because she “needed to pay her phone bill”.

There are still bloody handprints on my walls from I had that nervous breakdown a while ago, and everyone is used to them now. I like them.

My niece asked me how long I’ve hated Jesus. Which was difficult to explain that I don’t hate him, I just think his story is a bunch of crap.

She then mentioned when she grows up she wants a mustache like mine.

I’ve discovered that Dr. Seuss was an awesome person, because he didn’t like children or people. We could have been friends, except that neither of us like people, so that likely wouldn’t work out.

I’m trying to find something to do for Dianne’s birthday. Everything I find has reviews saying how good or bad it is for kids. I want to punch those reviewers for only giving opinions related to entertaining spawn.

My sister brought a hoard with her. My house looks like an episode of Hoarders waiting to happen.

She also brought cockroaches.

Our completely insane and blind cat Luna got a new pheromone collar to help calm her down. Included in the pheromone powder coating is a glitter powder coating. This makes no sense.

Today my niece explained she picks at her lips because she likes the blood. My nephew was sitting next to her wearing a full camo face mask that made him look like a serial killer.

I am having some pent up rage issues. I have never used the excessive streams of profanity that came from me as I did last night when we played Left for Dead 2.

When things are horrible, watch this video.

 

(Links to things added later. I’m too tired.)

Family Life

My sister and I aren’t getting along right now. I’m angry at her, and she might be angry or upset at me. The only person I really have to talk to about all of this is my girlfriend Dianne. Anyone else gives me the same answer “you have to let her live her life, make her own mistakes” blah blah blah. If you were standing on a sidewalk and someone was standing in the road in oncoming traffic, wouldn’t you try to help?

We’ve fought plenty of times, giant blow ups and then we get over it and we’re best friends again. She’s also the only person I can fight with like that.

Our mom is a pretty bad person. She wasn’t always that way, she was ok for a while. She took basic care of us, but spent most of her time doing drugs or having sex. Needless to say she wasn’t around much. We did have what is known as a “funny uncle”, who thankfully now is serving several lengthy prison sentences. When she left my dad when I was 13, she left him for a Nazi drug dealer. They’ve been together ever since, about 18 years. Off subject, they say “meth kills” but it seems to take a long ass time. He beats her, abuses her verbally, and was awful and abusive to my sisters.

The reason for that back story is that my sister’s boyfriend is a drug addict, racist, and verbally abusive. There is an ongoing investigation on if his step father molested my 6 year old niece. We haven’t talked since I told her two days ago that she was acting like our mom.

I feel infuriated in helplessness. I’m a Virgo, the oldest, and helped raise my sisters. But, there is literally nothing I can do about this situation. People say I should call the cops because of the drugs, but then my sister will get in trouble as well, because although she’s not using, he is, and its around my niece and nephew. I have been getting calls from her for months complaining about how he treats her, making her cry, just being an asshat in general. I see the life my niece and nephew have and how it mirrors my childhood and it nearly gives me a panic attack. Just thinking about it makes me crave xanex. I’m watching a train wreck, and can’t even help drag away the battered bodies.