Grams is kicking up a storm at the care home she is currently residing in and is about to have her ass hauled onto the sidewalk if she doesn’t quit at it any time soon. It worries me to think about what will happen should that occur, because it is not likely she will be welcomed again into another care home. Staying with my mother and I is not an option; she’d drive us to an early grave. Her remaining three offspring have since cut off ties after our mini showdown around Christmas of last year. She’s running out of choices while we’ve already run out of patience.
Brother visited yesterday with the girlfriend to pick up his mail, one which held a hefty fine for speeding. Apparently they are both going through money problems (who isn’t these days?), but I can’t help but think it’s because his girlfriend doesn’t pitch in for the finances and has my brother flying to New York to visit her family with her every couple of months (with him footing the bill). She wonders why we are not too fond of her; I wonder why she thinks we would be fond of her.
Mom is on a bloodthirsty rampage. If she isn’t drawing blood from me, she’s drawing blood from strangers. And if she isn’t drawing blood at all, she’s sitting in front of the computer with a pint of Haagen Dazs and a glass of red wine, watching Korean dramas on Youtube. She says it’s her only way of relieving stress, but the hours she spends on there is making her more tired which then makes her more stressed. It’s like a cycle where good and bad are pretty much the same, no better, no worse. Hopefully things will cool down what with her one week vacation coming up on Thursday, but I know most of the stress is from Grams so I usually just let her be.
As for me, I’m already freaking out about college even though classes have yet to begin. It seems like the more things I check off from my list, the more things arise. It basically feels like I’m in way over my head. I know I should be taking things a day at a time, taking breathers and what not, but I can’t help but think about what happened in high school, and I don’t want the same things repeated in college. I have about two months left before the first semester begins, if I can hold on just a bit longer, I think I can make it.
