My sister has a friend. Her name's Shalia, (mispelled on purpose, reasons later). They've been friends for years, though it's waxed and waned over the years, and friendships are wont to do. In general, the family likes Shalia. She got a raw deal from her mother, though. She was completely dependant on Shalia, never letting her live her own life and tying the poor girl down to her, two younger, mentally handicapped/challenged twin sisters, and a younger brother.
Remember this, it's important.
Today started out like any other. I rolled over and looked at the clock. I make it a practice to get out of bed and on my computer around 8-8:30 to catch Ki before she goes to work. I debated going to school and decided against it, since I needed to replace my shoes first. There was nothing prior to 8:23 to warn me what kind of day it was going to be.
Having gotten little sleep the previous night, I was drifting back off around that time when I was awaken by the sounds of such utter despair. It took me a moment to recognize the sobbing voice as my own mother.
I don't given into my fears too easily with two exceptions. Height and bugs. Hearing this sound went beyond any petty phbia I currently have.
I threw on a house dress as fast as I could, not caring more than being covered and decent. When I opened my room, I did a quick head count. Mother, sister, brother. The first two were embracing each other and were the source of the despair that had woke me up.
My mother's current boyfriend only gave me a snippet of it. One word stood out.
...dead...
I had no thoughts at that point. I needed more information. Fortunately, my brother supplied it.
Shalia's mother had died that morning of a heart attack.
All I could think about was Shalia's life, and how it would never be the same. Now she was responsible for her younger siblings, just like her mother had tried to make her for so long.
Then the second bit of news came to me. The woman had no insurance.
To anyone reading this, if you have one parent you care about, ask them if they have life insurance. Nobody wants to think about it, but better to talk when you don't need it, than not have talked and find that you do.
Then came the final peice, the punch in the gut...
Today was the twin girls birthday today.
But there's nothing I could do. If I had some magic wand, the woman would be there, celebrating with her children like she should be.
....
But I can't. I can't do anything really that's going to make this any easier. Silently, all I could do was appreciate the parent I have (I've only had one good one).
...so why in all that's unholy does Bri proceed to stress her out, when we all know she has a heart condition herself and suffers from Bi-Polar? I understand that she wants to be there for her friend, but think about your own family first before you do something you'll forever regret!
Bri has to go. She's much too self-centered, and she has a drug problem she refuses to admit to. Maybe it is only marijuana, but it's done in excess and it's making her impossible to live with.
I'm going to talk to mom about giving her an ultimatum. Because I refuse to lose my mother behind her.
Some things I will fight for, even if it's the devil himself.
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. . . wow.
That's just. . .wow.
I wish I could say, "I hope everything turns out all right," but it doesn't seem any good can come of a situation like that, so all I can say is "good luck."
I hope that you can somehow get rid of Bri, though. From what I can tell, she's just been eating away at all of you since the beginning of time.
( 4:44 p.m. )