That..Was...The..WORST weekend of my life. I am never going to be able to see my cousins ever again because my mom and aunt went at it for some reason. It was because my aunt kept on being a (pardon my language) a total a** hole. The first day she called my little brother "Nasty" because he was looking for his shoe, got frustrated, and couldn't find it. He cried for an hour or so after that, and my aunt didn't seem frazzled. When my brother wanted to watch the kick off, Tanner wanted to play with him. He didn't want to but ended up playing with him any way. Then whenever Kyle wanted to play with Tanner and he didn't want to, my aunt reminded Kyle that he didn't want to play with Tanner earlier. She didn't realize that he did, though, evidently. I feel like I have been punched in the stomach. There is more, but I don't want to talk about it.
G y p s i e 2 2 3 · Tue Sep 06, 2005 @ 01:23am · 0 Comments |