When Things Get Blown Out Of Proportion
Don’t you just hate when your day goes from great to crappy then back to great again? It’s almost like my day was just as bipolar as I am!
Today started off pretty good. I got to spend some time with my mom. We got my blood work taken care of for my family doctor (and even got the results a few hours later!). We went shopping at Target to get things we needed. And then we just hung out. Then my boyfriend came over too and the three of us just talked for a little while.
After I left my moms house, things started to go down hill.
Let me start by saying that last night, my little brother on my dads side messaged me and told me that his other sister – we’ll call her Casey – was being mean as all hell to him. Casey is only my step sister. She was calling him names, telling him that he was a loser with no friends, she even went as far as to tell him that she wishes he wasn’t her brother and that she had someone else as her brother. Casey even told him that he is a horrible uncle and brother.
When he told me that I got really upset with Casey. I already hold this grudge against Casey since my dad decided to raise her, someone who isn’t his flesh and blood, while he never stepped up to the plate to raise me and my sister Crystal. Especially me since I was two when he first disappeared.
His ex-wife had given him an ultimatum and said that it’s me or your daughter. Guess who he chose; it wasn’t me. I hated him for years and we reconnected when I was in my 20’s. So, I am used to him walking away from me because he has done it his entire life.
Anyway, back to the story:
After talking with my mom about it I decided that I needed to talk to my dad about what Casey was saying to my little brother. I called my dad to talk on the phone about it but he decided to message me on Facebook instead.
I told him what my brother told me and he told me not to believe him, and that there are two sides to every story and that my brother had stolen money from her and denied it. I told him that despite that he needs to still talk to Casey because you don’t just say shit like that to your sibling.
My dad got irritated and kept defending Casey so I told him obviously Casey was his favorite because he’s always defending her. Even when I say shit about her he defends her. It’s like he could care less about anyone else and how anyone else is feeling.
I told him I wanted to fuck Casey up for saying this crap to my brother. I told him that when people constantly get picked on they eventually act out which is what my brother was doing. My dad disagreed. I told him that when I got picked on I acted out. He said that was just me. I told him that’s my brother too.
He went back to defending Casey which I told him he needed to stop doing once again and he said, “I’m done.”
Then, my step mom –we’ll call her Lady Tremaine (Let’s see who gets this reference) – called me and flipped out on me and was basically telling me to mind my own business. She told me I set back my brothers progress and shit. (My brother has a lot of metal health issues and needs special attention) I told her that maybe he should come live with me because at least he would get the attention that he needs and the help that he so desperately needs. She said no way that they are his parents.
I know he is difficult but so was I as a teenager. My little brother is 17. I sent him a message that I don’t know if he got telling him that when he turns 18 I’ll pay for him to come live with me. He doesn’t have a chance if he stays with them. I normally wouldn’t say this, but I am beyond pissed with how my dad and step mom over reacted and blew shit out of proportion all over me telling them that Casey was picking on my brother.
This shit went from 0 to 60 in seconds. Lady Tremaine told me that my dad was so upset that he was shaking and that I ruined my relationship with my dad over this and she asked me if it was worth it.
A lot more was said before I hung up on the bitch. She never liked me anyway. She drove my sister Crystal away from my dad as well and now she’s doing it all over again with me for a second or perhaps even a third time.
I called my dads cell phone and he ignored the call so I messaged him on Facebook and said:
“If our relationship is ruined over THIS then fuck you. You never cared. You couldn’t even be the one to tell me our relationship is ruined. Grow a set and tell me your God damn self.”
Then I told him that they blew this shit out of proportion. I also messaged his cell phone and told him that if he doesn’t want to talk to me over this than it’s like my childhood all over again. TRUTH.
Everyone I have vented to about this situation has agreed with me that they overreacted. It turned into a fucking circus event.
I just hope that they didn’t take this shit out on my brother. I have no way to reach him anymore and they all live out of state. I’m really worried about my brother right now.
It is almost 4:30 in the morning and my head is spinning. I cannot sleep.
Samantha is the author of "My Bipolar Mind: You're not alone," she is also a freelance writer, blogger, and mental health advocate who runs and manages her own mental health blog MyBipolarMind.com.