VENTING....

It’s a never-ending battlefield of diminutive squabbles here.  You’d think there’d be goodwill and a modicum of respect tossed at my feet after finally getting a job and contributing financially around here.  However that isn’t the case…not with this family.  It seems, before I started working I was around all the time and was looked down on because of it…now my hours have me in the same communal area as my brother-in-law, sister and the kids less than a few hours a day, give or take; and now I’m not necessarily looked down on, but instead treated like an unexpected guest in the house of “them”.  If it’s not one thing it’s the other.  ESPECIALLY when it comes to my brother-in-law, who acts like the biggest bleeding vagina anytime he doesn’t get his way.  Pardon the crude-phrasing but it’s happening. 

I’m off 1 day a week, but can I watch tv in the livingroom that 1 night?  NO.  Because, it’s his tv, his house his rules and he wants to play video games.  AND he talks to me like I’m his 5 yr old son instead of his 31 year old sister-in-law who now pays rent.  As if being 31 and paying rent to live in my brother-in-law’s house isn’t pathetic enough!  To be fair he’s always been an obnoxious, spoiled chauvinistic, cry-baby, egomaniac, but everyone has their tipping point, and I’m having one right now!  Sure it’s a small issue, but it’s always the small issues, isn’t it?  Six days a week I come home at night…he’s playing games up until I go to bed.  I wake up…he’s playing games before work.  I don’t complain, I’m even nice!  But on Tuesday night, when I wanna veg and watch a tv show…my sister comes in with a tone because her bleeding-vagina of a husband texted her saying he was going to take the 60 inch flat screen out of the living room because I complained that I wanted to watch a show, which interfered with his gaming OOOONE NIIIIGHT!!!  Maybe God puts these obstacles in front of me when I mentally start to buckle from the idea of moving to Seattle.  Well if that’s the case…thank you, God, it’s working.