Today's oh so "wonderful" happenings.......

[minesayrejoice]

Somebody hire me already! I need to move out! My brother smashed up part of the house, and I fled in fear of my life. Mom is trapped in her room recovering from surgery and in fear of her life. I fled out of sight of our house until Dad got home. I need to make my own money so that I can escape this house before I get beaten up or my belongings are destroyed.

I cannot live in a house with my brother who gets dangerously angry if we don't let him control us. The entire world must pay attention to Jeffrey, cater to Jeffrey, revolve around Jeffrey, and there is Hell to pay if it doesn't. If you can imagine The Hulk compressed into a 6' 7", 350lb, 16-year-old boy, then you've got my brother.

Mom would have called 911 if Jeffrey hadn't trashed the house phone. I had to go outside and call Dad on my cell phone. Then I went back inside to get my purse. I figured that the only stuff I really needed is all in there. I went around the corner and sat in the shade on someone's brick wall until Dad got home.

I didn't expect to still be here this long after graduation. I love my brother, but he is a danger to my physical and mental health!

I can't get a job unless I leave this situation, but I can't leave until I have some form of income. I hope my next few applications get further than the rest. It would be very easy, considering I didn't even get rejections, just non-responses.

Ooh! Update! Jeff is proud of the nuts he pulls! He's proud that he get's angry and makes us fear for our lives. Wonderful.

Mom's so lucky. She has somewhere to lock herself until he stops. I currently sleep on the couch, all my stuff is in the living room. All that I own in this world is in this house where he can destroy it.

I know you all know that I am nothing like the person I'm describing. I don't get that angry over little things I have no control over, and I take my anger out in healthy, non-destructive ways. Like blogging, or talking with friends. Not smashing other people's belongings and making them frightened.

He's an insensitive not a very nice person, and I need to leave him behind. And I daren't tell him he's being an annoying little nuts right now for fear he'll use the cane he's fiddling with on me. Isn't my life great?

Other than that, my day has been great. I went and registered at the nearest unemployment office. They are so much more helpful than the one I went to last summer. I might just get a job this time! In fact, I've filled out an application for Stage Assistant at the Lancaster Performing Arts Center. Hopefully I'm qualified enough to get an interview.

[Nene]

*hugs*

I hope things get better for you. If you ever need someone to just listen, I am here.

[scarlet]

I know the job market sucks and that you feel trapped, but make sure you are taking care of yourself. Make sure that you are applying for jobs outside of your immediate area, you need to get away, far and fast.

[IchBinRory]

Awwwwww *huggles* I feel your pain. Jobs are so hard to get these days *waves fist at economy* I can't get one myself. As soon as a job becomes available in my local area people dive on it. A job at a local gas station got 500 applications and it was a minimum wage job. The thing is there's not even that many people in my local area.

[Brae]

Jul 15, 2009 0:15:46 GMT -5 scarlet said:

I know the job market sucks and that you feel trapped, but make sure you are taking care of yourself. Make sure that you are applying for jobs outside of your immediate area, you need to get away, far and fast.

Agreed. Take care *hugs*

[minesayrejoice]

I turned in my application for the Lancaster Performing Arts Center today! I hope that taking Stagecraft/Stage Mangement, Prop Design, Scenic Design, Costume and Makeup, and crewing 5 shows makes me qualified enough for an interview.

[minesayrejoice]

My brother didn't let me go to sleep until well after midnight, and just woke me up at 7am expecting that I wouldn't get pissed off. Jerk.

[Nene]

Jul 16, 2009 9:20:42 GMT -5 minesayrejoice said:

My brother didn't let me go to sleep until well after midnight, and just woke me up at 7am expecting that I wouldn't get pissed off. Jerk.

Things will get better. I promise.

[playnerd94]

As our friends over at Next to Normal would say:

"Day after day
We'll find the will to find our way
Knowing that the darkest skies will someday see the sun.
When our long night is done
There will be light"

Someone had to do it.

[minesayrejoice]

^ Funny you should qotue that show. I start singing "Superboy and the Invisible Girl" when he starts acting up.

[minesayrejoice]

My brother is a danger to my physical and mental well-being. He blew up because I was in his bubble...which is the size of a small bedroom.

[minesayrejoice]

My brother stayed up all night in front of the computer, thereby keeping me up all night with all the light involved. He is so f**king oblivious to the fact that anything he does might adversely affect others. And nobeody else knows how I'm upset unless I start yelling, because God knows they don't look at me otherwise unless it's to ask "What have you done today towards getting a job?", "What have ytou done today towards making up that class?", or "What chores are you going to do/have you done today?". And the icing on the cake is..........Mom's reaction to seeing my headshots in person was "Ew, yuck!".

I am so glad my family thinks I'm an ugly, friendless, loser with no life.

I was crying my eyes out about this a few minutes ago when Dad came out to the backyard (the only place other than the bathroom where I can generally be alone, except for the dogs).........and completely ignored me (minus, of course, Have you fed the dogs?") in favor of going up to the roof and fixing the air conditioning. Lets see......fix the air conditioning......comfort my daughter..........the air conditioning's more inmportant.

Even an adult needs comforting when she's upset you idiots! I'm not as tough and cold as you!

It sucks being the only tochy-feely, sensitive person in the family.

Thank you for listening/reading. Youre the only people who won't tell me to just "suck it up". Yes, all I get when I says these things to my parents is "suck it up".

[Nene]

If I had the ability to come kidnap you, I would. Either that or the job market gets better so you can find work and get yourself out of there.

[minesayrejoice]

Jeff strikes again. I nearly drove away today. I got my purse, got into the car, and Mom stopped me before I started it and drove away. I think I would have ended up at our other house if Mom hadn't come out and talked me back into the house. There are now holes from Jeff's feet and fists in the walls and doors of both houses. Mom and I were hiding in terror in her room, and he put five holes in the door trying to beat it down.

And what was the reason for this whole to-do? I pointed out that our parents had given him an instruction, and he sat on the couch yakking instead of doing what he was told. I’m sorry I don’t have a mental illness. I’m sorry that I learned to do what our parents tell me to without (much) resistance. True, I do resent being the only one to do chores, or any certain chore, for weeks, but I get it done. And I’m an adult, so they don’t have as much say in my life as Jeff’s. He just doesn’t get that until he turns 18, he has only as much control as our parents grant him. I had more at that age, but I had proven to them that I could make good decisions on my own. I had proven I was responsible, trustworthy, and all those things that Jeff is not. And yet, Jeff thinks he is entitled to more control over the house (and everyone in it) than I had at 17.

Every time this stuff happens, I have to ask why I haven't been able to get a job and escape. Every time this happens I need someone’s assurance that it’s the job market (and the fact that I’m over-qualified and under-experienced), and that I’m not just a loser. I just graduated at the wrong time to get a job.

[minesayrejoice]

*screaming*

WHY WON'T ANYONE GET ME THE F*** OUT OF HERE?


I would tell you what I'm thinking right now, but I can't put my thoughts into words. They're mostly feelings. Feelings that have to do with I disagreehole brother blaming the rest of the family for the fact that his assignment for cooking class tore. A piece of one layer of cake tore off as he was flippng it. I carefully scraped the rest off the plae and fit it into the cake like a puzzle piece, but that's "unacceptable". Anything other than waving a magic wand and making it never happen in the first place is "unacceptable". He won't let me put the broken off piece back in, he won't make another, anything! And it's all our fault for not cleaning up "his" kitchen. Yeah, it's our fault that a layer of cake stuck to a clean plate.