Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Reading about the damage in New Orleans and elsewhere, god.

I think I might have to write off my SIL altogether. Last time I saw her was early July, when she drove us back from the family reunion, being a cunt the whole time. That's not a word I use lightly, btw. Well, I phoned my bro last night to ask if he might have a scientific or graphing calculator I can borrow for the semester for algebra (he and SIL are engineers). He said that there's an old one of SIL's that I can borrow and that I can go over there this weekend to pick it up. Meanwhile, I can hear SIL in the background, still being a cunt. What is her problem?!

Then today he calls me and says the calculator doesn't work. Know what I think? I think that SIL is (a) unwilling to loan to it me, and (b) doesn't want me to go over this weekend -- or ever.

You know, fuck this. I swear to you I never did a damn thing to her, was always friendly and respectful, but she's always disliked me for some reason. I may as well pretend that I already live out of state, which I will eventually anyway. It's a shame I live in the same city as my BRO and only get to see him once or twice a year. I like my bro but I can't associate with him if he's going to let his ball-and-chain run his life. Too bad. Plus I'll miss their dog. Otherwise, fergit it.


Several years ago, Bro and SIL had marital problems. Well, specifically, she cheated on him. It was within the first year or two they were married. They decided to stay together and go through couples counseling. Honestly, I think he should have dumped her back then.

But it's none of my business.

One of these days I'm going to be very successful at whatever it is I'll do and I'll show her! And I'll show my fucknuckle ex-husband too. I'll show everybody!

Had to get that off my chest.


Kate the Peon has some recent posts that could pass for my thoughts, except that I wasn't articulate enough to write them down. She mentions a high school reunion coming up. This year was the 20th anniversary of my high school graduation, but if there was a reunion, I didn't hear about it.

1 Comments:

At 10:33 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Newpeep, I've been getting caught up and I really wanted to comment on your shrink. It's possible she's doing some kind of Rational-Emotive type therapy - it's very reality based, designed to see what gets a rise out of you and why. It doesn't much feel good, but it can be very effective if you're brave and willing to look at crap you don't like.

Like that whole thing with telling you you don't wanna be an artist...well, you might wanna look at why it pisses you off that she says that. It could be that she hit a nerve. Or - and here's why that kind of therapy sucks in my opinion - it could be that it pisses you off because she is so completely misunderstanding you. I don't know about you, but I want my shrink to "get" me.

So yeah...she could be an inept dumbass who thinks therapy = advice. Or she could be fucking around with a very confrontational kind of therapy - one which can be effective, but is more likely to chase you away and turn you off from counselors forever. Thanks a lot. (That's from me to
her.)

Email me if you want more info about different kinds of therapists and approaches - I love talking about that shiz.

:)S

 

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