Ugh

The boy sent me a livid text about me telling Mom about our great Aunt wiring him money to pay for his too stupid to live ticket. Only I swear he didn't tell me not to say anything. It only came up because after he told me he added, "she did say that now she expects to see me at the holiday party/reunion so I'll be outta town that weekend."

Which reminded me yet again that I never get invited to these things and it sucks. So I spent the whole night out of sorts and when I got off work I was crying and mom asked why so I sorta mentioned it.

Which was like a week ago.

He just now got around to yelling at me? I dunno. He got pissy when he thought I changed the subject from me "once again stabbing him in the back" to "you wanna talk shitty things, how about the fact that an entire side of the family doesn't talk to anyone but you and you just go on and on about it." The two were related and we got into that. His reasoning is that if I stayed in touch with them I'd know the parties are open invitation.


Um, okay, except I didn't even know they were a thing until he'd already been going to them for awhile! When dad was sick we found out the boy had been to the previous party and no one down here knew!

So how the fuck am I supposed to know anything when no one talks to me?

"You're being just like Mom!"

How? By not actively seeking out people who don't talk to me even when we're face to face? Sorry, I'm not psychic. What sucks most is that at any time he could've told me the parties were open invite and he didn't.

But no, you bitch at me for telling mom something I didn't know was a secret while you get off on hurting my feelings.

Get the fuck out of my house.