Join Date: Sep 2007
Location: Norway
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Family issues
So. I want some serious replies on this. I need to know if I'm just lazy and deserve this, or if I'm right and a few things within my family is fucked up. This might be long too, just to give warning.
Anyway. I've been living with my long term boyfriend for about 4 months now. His mother was supposed to live in another country for a year, but she came home early, as in yesterday. It's not a problem for her that I live there at all, but I got this weird idea that it would be too stuffy and a bit awkward seeing as both her and me don't have a job atm. So I made the desicion to move back to my parents place. And now, after 24 hours of living there again, I'm thinking that that was the worst choice I could make. Let me give you a summary of what's happened since I got back here:
I get back monday evening at about 8 p.m. I eat some, clean up my dishes and whatnot, watch some tv with my parents, and go to bed at 11. I can't sleep though, so I read some. Then my mum comes and tells me that I have to turn of the light and go to sleep. Fair enough, they have work the next day.
I wake up at about 10 a.m, no one's home. Quite comfortable. I put on one of my dad's cds, and bring my laptop into the livingroom. I drain the last inch of a Sprite bottle, but forget to put it with the other empty bottles in the cabinet in the kitchen. I play some on my laptop, then I get myself an almost empty carton of juice and some chips. I put a small amount that's left of the chips into a bowl, and most of the juice into a glass. I leave the carton on the table seeing as I'll be emptying it the next time I pour some juice. I leave the empty bag of chips right next to it, thinking that when I'm done with the juice, I'll throw both things away. This is when my sister comes home from school. The first thing she does is bitch at me for "making the entire livingroom dirty", and when I calmly try to explain that I'm going to throw away the trash once I finish the juice, she goes bananas and throws away the stuff herself. I then say "I wasn't finished with the juice, can you please give it back?". She just throws it in the trash and turns on the tv. Seeing as I just moved back, I decide not to make a big thing out of it and just ignore it. My parents get back, we go to a sports store to get me a new pair of training shoes and a tights and some t-shirts. I haven't been in the gym for about 2-3 year, but I've finally started again. My sister throws a classical bitch fit about me getting more than her, and she ends up with a training bag and some expencive underwear of some sort. We go back home. I put on a machine of clothes in the bathroom, and wait my turn in the kitchen. I'm not too keen on steak and such, so I make myself pasta. While I'm making my food, the others are eating at the kitchen table. My dad asks when we're going to train next. As it happens, I have yoga class tomorrow at 6 p.m. My sister then asks in a less than plesant voice "what, you're not gonna do lower body strength with me first". I say that no, I'm not, because my body isn't accustomed to that much and hard exercise yet, but I'll be warming up some a little bit first. This sets her off. Just because she goes to a sports/training high school, it doesn't mean she knows everything there is to know about exercise yet. I was told by my doctor that I should take it fairly easy in the beginning and listen to my body. The last time I trained with her the way she wanted me to, I couldn't move without great pain in my legs for three days. That's not healthy. She, however, appears to think that it is. She then throws a first class bitch fit about this until my parents get so irritated that they send her away from the table. I get to make my food, and go to my room to eat (I hate it when others watch me eat). At that point I have a rather heated conversation with my dad, but as usual it's because of a misunderstanding on his part, and he apologizes. That part is fine.
Now, to pull out the main point. How the hell am I supposed to deal with the troll of a sister I have? She is the actual reason as to why I moved out in the first place. There is no predicting when she's going to blow, and no way to make her calm down unless you beg on your knees saying you were wrong about whatever angered her. It's only been 24 hours back here, and yet it feels like she's allready halfway torn down the little confidence I had in myself allready, just by being the (excuse the language) little bitch that she is. I thought things would be better this time, but all I've been doing is walking on tip toe trying not to set her off. No matter what I say to my parents, they won't send her to anger managment or whatever is needed, because they just think "that's how girls her age (17) are". But I can tell you, not all of them are, and I certainly wasn't. I have no idea how I can resolve this, and it's breaking the parts of me that I had finally managed to restore to normal again after moving out.
So basically, does anyone have any ideas about how I can deal with this? I don't even know how to describe how destructive her behaviour towards me is, and I can't take it. I have the option to move back in with my boyfriend and his mother, but I kinda want to avoid that, at least until I've got a job.
Help?
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