So here is my little story. Let me give you a little background. My old man is essentially an oxygen thief. We just plain don’t like each other. My entire life if we had any relationship I would have to call it a rocky one at that.
So anyway. His girlfriend is this 300LB back stabbing monster. Just one of those people that manipulate so well that the idea/deals she proposes sound so good, but eventually get raped hard-core in the end. She was actually the one that while I had to live with my old man for a little bit told me after she had only lived there for two months.
“I want you out of MY house and am going to do everything in my power to see that it happens”
She succeeded. Luckily I had a descent job when I was 20 and was able to get a place.
Moving on.
She has this daughter. Same if not worse build. This chick seriously looks like a trash bag full of cottage cheese. The most spoiled little retard in the world. (Her moms got some loot) Well. Clearly I dont have a relationship with this one because I dont really talk to the old man.
So the other day I am over my older sisters house having a few drinks. She asks me how I feel about Taylor. (trashbag/cottage cheese thing)
I tell her how I feel. So then she tells me that her prom is coming up and nobody asked her to go. I of course laugh and say no shizzle.
So out of the blue she tells me when talking to the old mans g/f she said “Well thats terrible the only person I can think of is Matt”
I of course go right for the jack Daniels and proceed to rip my sister an new arse-hole.
The story gets better. Shirly then told Taylor about my sisters suggestion! She got all excited and then talked about it all week.
So here I am 24 years old stuck in this twilight zoneish scene of being asked to take my 18 (almost) kinda step sister in a way, whom I dont like to her senior prom.
Its friggin madness. I so dont want to (and probably am not going to) take this gnasty little girl to her prom. But so feel bad that its been mentioned to her and that she was excited about it.
I dont know who to be mad at. The situation or my sister…whom has put me in some tight spots in the past.
Thank Christ that tomorrow is a vacation day and I can go play in Boston for St. Pattys and not think about this trainwreck.
