family, health, impending war with the cosmos (-)
In less cheerful news, in about five minutes I'm heading out to visit my cancer-stricken stepbrother. Mom warned me it's... not gonna be too cool. His morale is abysmal, his prospects are not good, and his personality may have changed a bit for the worse from the brain surgery. (Or maybe he's just snappish and irritable for REAL FUCKING UNDERSTANDABLE REASONS, including the fact his wife is a nasty selfish piece of shit. >_< )
Honestly, I'm gonna risk pissing off my parents by breaking their little veneer of silver lining. If he asks how I'm doing I'm gonna tell him the truth: "really pissed off at the universe on your behalf for this shit."
re: family, health, impending war with the cosmos, family drama, serious bummer (--)
I was braced for the confrontation with imminent doom inflicted on a beloved family member. I can handle doom. I've been thinking about doom literally every day since I was 11 years old and lost my dad after his 2nd heart attack.
What I wasn't prepared for was my sister-in-law having gone full narcissist. She had always shown warning signs, but she spent the whole visit guilt-tripping my parents to the point of tears and complaining about how much *she'd* gone through.
Apparently she dragged my stepbrother to the attorney to get everything signed over THE WEEK he was diagnosed. She's been talking down his survival chances constantly, which I'd assumed was just my mom being a Mama Bear and exaggerating any perceived threat to her kids... but nope, I saw it first-hand.
Honestly, at first I figured Mom was just pissed because my sister-in-law's being a realist and accepting that there's basically jack-shit that can be done here, and my parents are determined that he should fight it tooth and nail
But nope, it's really happening, and I'm livid. I'm so proud of myself, given my past history of inability to bite my tongue and get into trouble over it. I just... sad there calmly trading covert sympathetically-dirty looks with my mom, and frantically texting Peggy about how fast I was coming to truly hate this woman.
And evidently she's not only been controlling his visitors, she won't allow physical therapy for him because "she doesn't like having strange people in her house."
Oh, and just to add insult to injury, she greeted me with, "Wow, you've really gone gray since I saw you last!" What a charmer, eh?
I am not sure if I'm kidding if I ask my Mad Science friends if they have access to anything... untraceable. I already told my mom I volunteer to be The Bad Guy in case this woman needs to be seriously, loudly, and finally told off.
But it wouldn't do any good, and there's not a goddamn thing I can do about any of this, so I'm gonna just take advantage of my very well-honed ability to hide things in my emotional Vault, and...
*big serene willfully-derpy Finn The Human smile*
It's gone.
re: family, health, impending war with the uber-rich, unrepentant pol violence
Fuck.
re: family, health, impending war with the uber-rich, unrepentant pol violence
@zebratron2084 *raises hand* you've got one person!
3999 to go though...
re: family, health, impending war with the uber-rich, unrepentant pol violence
Oh, also, they're dead broke because he lost his job and they're on Medicaid. They got their cable/internet turned off WHILE I WAS THERE, and playing games online is one of his few remaining comforts.
It's time to start guillotining people. It's long past time, actually. You get me a gun, 3,000–4,000 allies, and the address of a corporate HQ and I'll be there. If you're concerned about firearm proliferation, a torch or a pitchfork will do. Hell, I'm about ready to start putting nails through a baseball bat, hanging out during cocktail hour at Dorsia*, and taking my chances on my own.
(*close captions for the movie-impaired: favorite restaurant of the uber-rich financier serial-killer "protagonist" of American Psycho)