Post by Fatman X. Jones on Oct 14, 2013 15:59:55 GMT -5
So, I dunno where else to say it, so I'm just gonna take a moment and vent about something here that I just found out happened today. Honestly? Very rarely have I ever been sicker to my stomach about how people can be so damn foolish or idiotic than I am this moment.
As I was watching the house today like I always do, taking care of things that need be taken care of, my dad arrives home. He looks tense, a bit upset, like the wind got kicked out of him. I say 'hi', go through the typical 'welcome home' stuff that always gets said, and he looks at me in his room and tells me this.
Now, I have a sister-in-law who lives in Fort Campbell, Kentucky, married to my brother James, and they have two beautiful kids of their own: my nephew Josh and my niece Lexie. Sister-in-law owns a horse, and they just recently moved out of base housing and bought a house and stable to live in so she can watch the horse. Well, I find out from my father that somehow, the sister-in-law wasn't watching Lexie too well, and Lexie managed to get in the stable with the full-grown horse. Horse ends up kicking her, then stepping on her face.
As it stands, my niece Lexie is in a hospital in Nashville, healing up. She's got some scars from this, but the prognosis is good, and she'll heal up just fine. We're lucky it wasn't too serious.
Now, it should be obvious that I am furious about this, because this is one of those rare personal 'everybody's family' moments where ol' Fatman X. Jones speaks up quite a bit, and boy, am I speaking up.
My sister-in-law has proven with this that she is irresponsible and cares more about that damn horse than her own child. It compounds quite a bit with how I feel about her already, knowing she's had this--I don't want to call it a grudge, it's feeling more and more like a pathological hatred--of our side of the family (our side being me, my sisters Ashlee and Kourtney, my mother, and my father) because we're from lesser status and class-level than her family is. How am I to know that she didn't just let this happen deliberately? Maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. I don't know, because I can't ask her or my brother to know. (And rightfully 'n honestly, I really don't fucking want to.)
So, yeah. I need some love from my friends here, guys. I need to feel that everything's going to be alright, because I sure don't feel that way right now.
As I was watching the house today like I always do, taking care of things that need be taken care of, my dad arrives home. He looks tense, a bit upset, like the wind got kicked out of him. I say 'hi', go through the typical 'welcome home' stuff that always gets said, and he looks at me in his room and tells me this.
Now, I have a sister-in-law who lives in Fort Campbell, Kentucky, married to my brother James, and they have two beautiful kids of their own: my nephew Josh and my niece Lexie. Sister-in-law owns a horse, and they just recently moved out of base housing and bought a house and stable to live in so she can watch the horse. Well, I find out from my father that somehow, the sister-in-law wasn't watching Lexie too well, and Lexie managed to get in the stable with the full-grown horse. Horse ends up kicking her, then stepping on her face.
As it stands, my niece Lexie is in a hospital in Nashville, healing up. She's got some scars from this, but the prognosis is good, and she'll heal up just fine. We're lucky it wasn't too serious.
Now, it should be obvious that I am furious about this, because this is one of those rare personal 'everybody's family' moments where ol' Fatman X. Jones speaks up quite a bit, and boy, am I speaking up.
My sister-in-law has proven with this that she is irresponsible and cares more about that damn horse than her own child. It compounds quite a bit with how I feel about her already, knowing she's had this--I don't want to call it a grudge, it's feeling more and more like a pathological hatred--of our side of the family (our side being me, my sisters Ashlee and Kourtney, my mother, and my father) because we're from lesser status and class-level than her family is. How am I to know that she didn't just let this happen deliberately? Maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. I don't know, because I can't ask her or my brother to know. (And rightfully 'n honestly, I really don't fucking want to.)
So, yeah. I need some love from my friends here, guys. I need to feel that everything's going to be alright, because I sure don't feel that way right now.