Here's the TV Guide version:
Cousin = Knocked up at 17 = Three Kids and a crappy husband = inability to take responsibility of her own life = general white trash America = wanting to 'change' = her ending up HERE.
It's not the first cousin my mom has taken in, and last time it didn't end up well.
I do have my dad on my side at least - which shocked the heck out of me. He told me "If she 'Effs' with you - she's on the first train back to Florida."
I'm 20 years old, but I'm constantly told by older people that I am very mature for my age, and no one believes me when I tell them I'm 20.
And It's just wearing on me so much because my mom yells at me for not doing this and not doing that despite the fact that I wake up, take care of the horses, and I work every day of the week, I come home, train and work horses, clean stalls, and feed. Every Sunday I give a lesson, and the routine is the same - essentially, I work 6 days a week for money. Saturdays, I try to take it easy, but ya know, horses have to be taken care of still.
Yet, my cousin sleeps until 11, takes naps, smokes cigarettes (that she doesn't buy, my mom buys those), talks on the phone all **** day, and does nothing. And supposedly she's 'so tired'. And now they're talking about her kids coming up this summer? OH FRICKING H*** NO.
I don't want siblings, I don't want children... Like my dad said, Why do we have to keep paying for her screwed up family?
So I can't talk to my mom about it because she takes the cousin's side. Apparently, I'm spoiled rotten and lazy - which is how I've achieved all that I have.. Right. Thumbs up. I know I gripe a lot, but she's not the one with someone stuck up her butt all the time. And my mom wants me to pull strings so my cousin can get a job. Not doing it.
Mom can't lend her a straightener, she has like... super short hair and doesn't need one.
I've had roommates at internships, but none of them were lazy moochers. They were intelligent and engaging and we had similar interests.
And my room!!! My beautiful becoming room that I was designing, and chose the colors and bought the paint and the decor - it's no where near finished - but my second haven has become a prison. I didn't sleep on the couch for months getting the room done just so I could share it. If I wanted to share a room, I'd find myself and **** husband >8| At least I could make him go work, and I'd be getting something out of it (not just money, LOL crude humor).
I'm just between a rock and a hard place. Cowboy's gotta be sensing that something's off, because he's always super amazing when I'm having bad days, and he's just been spot on ever since I started mounting back up this year.
And no worries, Equiniphile - she's not stepping up until she does some mucking. Screw that! I never got that, and I'll be darned if anyone else does on MY horse! I was out picking stalls tonight and she comes out after I start leading horses in, wanting me to bring everything in for guitar hero. It's like "Uhm.... No. You're not dragging that in, and I have to get up in the morning so you're not going to be all rocking out while I'm trying to sleep!"
Even my manager and McDonalds noticed my mood was WAY off and asked WTF was wrong. And can you believe it? I'm HAPPY to go to work!!!!!!!!!! I usually hate that place, but I'll take my co-workers over my family any day here lately. I even took a closing shift on a Saturday night. I'm desperate, apparently.
... Oops, I did it again! Dang it, sorry! I need a therapist that doesn't haven't four legs I guess! May call up a friend to go trail riding. I could use it.
I've got a lovely bunch of Neuticals,
There they are all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head