Listening to: nothing
I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving. I know I did, except my mother had to ruin it by being an alcoholic while making a huge Thanksgiving feast as if we're serving it for the Royal Banquet. She wallows in self-pity because my older obese brother (whom I have not seen in forever) used my mother's credit card to buy pizza everyday, for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
He lost his job as a truck driver due to his weight (over 600 lbs.), sleeping in his truck. He calls my mother every now and then for money until my mother received a mail about her credit card Thomas (my 42-year-old brother) used. He spent it over 7,000.00 just for pizza. Before this happened, my mother told him to NOT use her credit card unless he asks her for permission. After my parents changed their credit card number, Mom received another call from Thomas asking for more money, then my mother snapped telling him that she is done with him after what he did.
Now she lost another son. My 44-year-old brother James disowned Mom because some dick-head physiatrist brainwashed him by believing my mother sexually molested him as child. BULLSHIT! Even though I've not seen since I was 12, James is still dead to me.
I couldn't be more happier to have my two sisters around, singing the old Disney classics and the Sound of Music (Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer), dancing like maniacs, laughing harder than ever, eating so much Turkey that we fell asleep. I didn't want that day to end ever! I miss those good ol' times when we were kids, having a blast around the holidays.
Mother has been such a bitch after all my sisters and I did for her to make her happy, such as helping her clear the dishes after the feast. My sisters and I talked over how emotionally and verbally abusive she is when it come to drinking. Mom accused us for being alcoholics, calling us bitches, and whatnot. My father (not a drinker) doesn't do anything to stand up for us. He doesn't give a shit.
I'm done with my mother. I did whatever I could to comfort her, but she still feels sorry for herself, falling into depression, bitching that no one loves her, crying nonstop. If she wants to drink herself to death, so be it. I don't know what else to say or do. She refuses to get help. I won't call the hospital because she won't learn anything if I do. She makes so much melodramatic episodes for sympathy. Now that my sisters are gone to go back to work, I feel so alone that my original and fan art drawings are more of family to me than my own parents. My parents are two of the reasons why I feel like I lost all my talent on drawing and singing.
I want to leave...I need a job...yet, no one would hire me due to my anger issues.