I'm not even mad.

Since very few people read or comment on blogs on the weekend (especially during holidays), I'll just take this time to rant about family bullshit.

Two years ago when I was in school I was short a few hundred bucks on my rent, so I asked my "big" sister for help. Having just been rewarded a huge financial settlement for having her foot ran over by a cab $300 bucks wasn't going to eat her alive - so she gave it to me. I'd estimate that that $300 was less than half of one percent (0.5%) of her total reward if that helps to put it into perspective. Probably more like a quarter of a percent. Anyway...

Fast-forward two years. The drama (or "dray-ma" as Diana might remember from Texas days) unfolded last month when I sent my sister a friendly little note. I advised her of some job prospects for her husband, commented on our father (this was right before father's day), and asked whether she needed money.

She called me when she got the letter and left the nastiest message in my voicemail. To summarize she remarked on me not calling her kids on their birthdays (I did send cards), and dragged up that money she loaned me two years back (she pissed the rest of it away on clothing and cars) and talked about how she's struggling now and all that shit. She ended the message with "Have a nice life."

Well, she attempted to call me periodically between then and now but never left a message. I had no intentions of answering it. I knew that she was either going to a) apologize for being a fucking bitch, which I'm not ready to forget or forgive, or b) continue to rant and rave, which I further didn't want to hear.

This morning she left another nasty-ass devil-is-in-her message in my voicemail telling me that I must have crawled into my turtle shell to be ignoring phone calls and shit like that. She said quite nastily that we needed to have a "communication" because she wanted her money back, that I know how much it was and that she doesn't want to have to "call Scott and bring him into it because he doesn't have anything to do with it" as if Scott would immediately open up his checkbook for her.

Yeah. So, she's going to estrange herself over $300 given more than two years go. She never asked for it back even when we were on speaking terms - it never got brought up. She probably realized recently that she had all that damn money and has nothing to show for it now since it all got sold by her landlord when she couldn't pay her rent. She must be thinking "That $300 is probably the only money I can get back right now."

So be it. I sent it via Western Union this morning and had to use all the restraint I had not to write "Fuck you" in the message accompanying it. She had no right to bring Scott's name into it at all. Last month I was in a position to send her some change because I'd earned a commission on something so I asked if she needed any. Now she's demanding it. At any time over the past two years she could have asked me for it, but she didn't. I would have done whatever I needed to get it for her. She knows what I earn and that I'm paying off a car, mortgage, hospital bill, and student loan. I don't know what makes her think that I'm sitting on a stockpile of cash. I don't use Scott's income as the basis for repaying my debts, that's for damn sure. I didn't really have that money to spend this month but I sent it to her anyway.

I hope it settles whatever darkness she has in her heart because I have nothing further to say to her. And in case you're wondering, if it had been me, I wouldn't have asked for it back. Her deal is that she has three kids, no job, no degree, and is lazy as hell. If I were going to be as petty as she is I'd tell her that $300 was advance payment for all of her shit that I've been storing in my garage for the past two years. This weekend it will be sorted and sent either to charity or to my trashcan. I'm totally fucking not kidding. I'm sick of trying to be nice when everyone else is too busy thinking about only themselves.

Posted by Tiffany at July 1, 2005 06:26 PM | TrackBack