Sebastian Kain
01-25-2006, 05:23 PM
:| Disclaimer: This is in no way directed at anyone here...I just need to get it off my chest once again. :|
Okay, for the most part you guys know more about me than many internet people tend to lead on. Some of you have been into my home and shared my world, some I have opened up to and poured my soul out. I wear my heart on my sleeve and that's no secret. I made a thread awhile ago on the Ogaming boards titled "The Life and Times of SK" blah blah you know the drill, some might remember that...basically talks about the deal with my adoption, my family and what I've been through...
And most of you know, my life hasn't gotten any easier, if someone thought I had it served to me on a silver platter, think again..
But what I'm ranting about is the last few weeks of my life, which suprisingly handle pretty well, considered the crap I've put up with. All things considered, these events aren't my fault, but I'm expected to make due with them.
Some events happened and I wasn't able to stay in my own home (large situation with my ex roomates that left me in the 'cold' and 'dark'). That reference should be easy enough for you to get, without me going into some drawn out detail.
Well case in point, I had been staying with my sister and some friends of mine. I was very grateful for the stay, but I was ready to go back to my own home last night. Well yesterday I had to take my brother in law's oldest son to work with me, because he didn't have the proper things he needed to do an interview about him getting his GED (high school dropout). They are trying to get his life back in order after taking him in their home (he had been staying in florida.)
So that was interesting in itself, as I guess I'm suppose to be some sort of a role model for him to get himself together. So that's cool and all, and prior to that I had been taking care of my sister's two younger kids anyway. That's cool cause I do what I have to do for my sister and my family.
For the most part....
But low and behold, my older brother shows up on my door step at about 5am this morning with a bag in his hand. (i remind you that this is the same older brother who's been in and out of drug rehab and generally is the bad spot in our group. Eventhough he has a college degree, something I have yet to obtain, he just lost his way..)
Now I have no idea how he got there, he claims a guy he knows works up here in Atlanta and dropped him off, my brother is from Columbus GA area, he stays in a house my mother owns. (not the one she lives in.)
So when it gets a little later in the morning, I call my sister and tell her. He doesn't know I called so...I tell her what's going on and she tells to tell him to leave, cause he can't stay in something she owns. Case in point he gets really angry at me and starts bringing up a BS argument about he didn't tell my parents that when they brought me home to adopt me. (Um one it wasn't my choice, two it wasn't your choice, and three I was a baby...Go figure)
Eventhough that holds no weight, It still hurts..I cause I still feel like I'll never really be accepted by them..and this holds true cause he tries to throw that in my face..
Heh..
So we talk and he tells me how he's sick of columbus and needs a job, so he plans to use today to get a job...now I have no idea where he thinks he'll stay, cause my sister is about ready to call the police on him. I'm suppose to take him to the bus station so he can go back home..(and pay for it too). But I think someone else should do it, I already have a mess on my plate as his...
From my nervous breakdown 04, to this one starting off rocking...I really want to know what's going on..Or what I did to get pissed on. :grr: ...
so yea I'm dealing...the best I can.
Okay, for the most part you guys know more about me than many internet people tend to lead on. Some of you have been into my home and shared my world, some I have opened up to and poured my soul out. I wear my heart on my sleeve and that's no secret. I made a thread awhile ago on the Ogaming boards titled "The Life and Times of SK" blah blah you know the drill, some might remember that...basically talks about the deal with my adoption, my family and what I've been through...
And most of you know, my life hasn't gotten any easier, if someone thought I had it served to me on a silver platter, think again..
But what I'm ranting about is the last few weeks of my life, which suprisingly handle pretty well, considered the crap I've put up with. All things considered, these events aren't my fault, but I'm expected to make due with them.
Some events happened and I wasn't able to stay in my own home (large situation with my ex roomates that left me in the 'cold' and 'dark'). That reference should be easy enough for you to get, without me going into some drawn out detail.
Well case in point, I had been staying with my sister and some friends of mine. I was very grateful for the stay, but I was ready to go back to my own home last night. Well yesterday I had to take my brother in law's oldest son to work with me, because he didn't have the proper things he needed to do an interview about him getting his GED (high school dropout). They are trying to get his life back in order after taking him in their home (he had been staying in florida.)
So that was interesting in itself, as I guess I'm suppose to be some sort of a role model for him to get himself together. So that's cool and all, and prior to that I had been taking care of my sister's two younger kids anyway. That's cool cause I do what I have to do for my sister and my family.
For the most part....
But low and behold, my older brother shows up on my door step at about 5am this morning with a bag in his hand. (i remind you that this is the same older brother who's been in and out of drug rehab and generally is the bad spot in our group. Eventhough he has a college degree, something I have yet to obtain, he just lost his way..)
Now I have no idea how he got there, he claims a guy he knows works up here in Atlanta and dropped him off, my brother is from Columbus GA area, he stays in a house my mother owns. (not the one she lives in.)
So when it gets a little later in the morning, I call my sister and tell her. He doesn't know I called so...I tell her what's going on and she tells to tell him to leave, cause he can't stay in something she owns. Case in point he gets really angry at me and starts bringing up a BS argument about he didn't tell my parents that when they brought me home to adopt me. (Um one it wasn't my choice, two it wasn't your choice, and three I was a baby...Go figure)
Eventhough that holds no weight, It still hurts..I cause I still feel like I'll never really be accepted by them..and this holds true cause he tries to throw that in my face..
Heh..
So we talk and he tells me how he's sick of columbus and needs a job, so he plans to use today to get a job...now I have no idea where he thinks he'll stay, cause my sister is about ready to call the police on him. I'm suppose to take him to the bus station so he can go back home..(and pay for it too). But I think someone else should do it, I already have a mess on my plate as his...
From my nervous breakdown 04, to this one starting off rocking...I really want to know what's going on..Or what I did to get pissed on. :grr: ...
so yea I'm dealing...the best I can.