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Back to Texas I go! Drama within...
10 years ago
So due to familial drama being enacted in the home, I was hoping to get a ride from someone in the home to the Anchorage airport on Friday afternoon/evening, but... Tempers have flared, and I've had enough, and in the morning, if not before then, I am going to attempt to walk the 50 miles of road and wilderness to the Anchorage area, MAYBE get a hotel, and then get on the plane and get out.
Update: I got to Anchorage, got a hotel, and have been living here sooooo nicely, enjoying the peace and quiet. Enjoying the area, the local food, and enjoying the locals.
I may be depleting my funds, or what's left of them, but at least none of the money is going to the old hag who tried to change me more than I would allow, who tried to make things so difficult for me to get a job, even a part time job... Fuck the old hag. It hurt to argue with family, but it hurt more to watch this... Hag... Insult family, true family, and think she could get away with it. I know the rest of my family, and this old hag.... Is not family. She may have been running a kitten rescue, which is all well and good, but it was running her funds down more than I ever could, and she wasn't going to change my love for my real family, even through subversive conversation...
There is a saying that resounds in my heart more than anything because of this, and it resounds true... "I've got blood who ain't family and family who ain't blood."
The lying, decrepit, old hag, couldn't tell the difference between actual labor jobs and an office job... When told "id really like to work with animals at a clinic," she goes "we'll see!" And then promptly told me to go get a job at Walmart... The fucking opposite of what I wanted... I wanted to work with dogs, with huskies, malamutes, pitbulls, German shepherds... And I was denied that, because this bitch left me out to dry... Too busy with dying kittens, whose graves I had to dig... Because this person was driving herself to bankruptcy because of her in-home operations... Too poor to go to the veterinarian and get them all fixed... Stupid, fucking ruinous, old hag, who is no family of mine, and may she die knowing she will never see my face again.
Update: I got to Anchorage, got a hotel, and have been living here sooooo nicely, enjoying the peace and quiet. Enjoying the area, the local food, and enjoying the locals.
I may be depleting my funds, or what's left of them, but at least none of the money is going to the old hag who tried to change me more than I would allow, who tried to make things so difficult for me to get a job, even a part time job... Fuck the old hag. It hurt to argue with family, but it hurt more to watch this... Hag... Insult family, true family, and think she could get away with it. I know the rest of my family, and this old hag.... Is not family. She may have been running a kitten rescue, which is all well and good, but it was running her funds down more than I ever could, and she wasn't going to change my love for my real family, even through subversive conversation...
There is a saying that resounds in my heart more than anything because of this, and it resounds true... "I've got blood who ain't family and family who ain't blood."
The lying, decrepit, old hag, couldn't tell the difference between actual labor jobs and an office job... When told "id really like to work with animals at a clinic," she goes "we'll see!" And then promptly told me to go get a job at Walmart... The fucking opposite of what I wanted... I wanted to work with dogs, with huskies, malamutes, pitbulls, German shepherds... And I was denied that, because this bitch left me out to dry... Too busy with dying kittens, whose graves I had to dig... Because this person was driving herself to bankruptcy because of her in-home operations... Too poor to go to the veterinarian and get them all fixed... Stupid, fucking ruinous, old hag, who is no family of mine, and may she die knowing she will never see my face again.
