I hate to say it or even think it because she’s only here for 2/52 weeks per year. But she truly brings out the worst in me. I can’t stand who I am around her. I hate it. She just snaps orders all day while she does absolutely nothing and expects everyone to follow in line. We’re Marrionette puppets to her- she has the strings, yes- but we also have brains. We know what she’s doing- stinking up the household, painting smiles on our faces, asserting her racist, unwanted prejudiced comments, meanwhile pretending we’re having the grandest of times. She’s the biggest, laziest kid around and we’re just all her action figures set up to be pitted against one another.
“It’s finals week. But you can’t study. You have to go to the store and get this. You have to wash the dishes I refuse to do. You have to cook and water the plants and clean up after everything I do wrong.” But then, “You’re seventeen years old, my God, why don’t you have a life?”
You’re sucking the soul out of me.
And there’s no one here to diffuse the tension- no artist to whisper in the puppeteer’s ear “hey, play gentle with these toys or they can and will break.” Mom and dad are gone at a time when I really wanted to see them (before I leave for 6 weeks), and Jonah just becomes a ticking time bomb when he gets too close to her, too. The toy box and our week has seriously gone to the dogs and I can’t do a thing about it.
