Shuey’s Life

First of all, happy memorial day. Now, it’s a shame when you can’t even go to a family dinner, especially when you have a really nice loving family, without having someone scream at you. That’s what happened today.

The dinner was supposed to start at 1:30. Since Ben was working and my grandparents live right next door to me, I decided to walk up there a little early and help them get things ready. I showed up about 1:15, and started helping my grandma get everything out on the counter and ready to go. At 1:30, no one had showed up. We knew my aunt and my 2 cousins were running a little late, but they had called to let us know, but my mom and my sister were no where to be seen, so my grandma told me to call them. I called and told them we had everything ready and i’d see them in a few.

Everything was fine and dandy til my mom got there. She walked in and immediately started screaming at me. She told me she could beat me for calling her and making her come over early. First of all, i didn’t call her early. I called her right at 1:30 to see where she was b/c we had agreed lunch would be served at 1:30. Secondly, i didn’t make her come over. I just asked if they were ready, and told her we had the food ready.

Does that sound like i forced her to come over? No. I was just doing what my grandma asked me to do…calling her to let her know we were ready. She dropped off two bags of chips and stormed off back home cuz she said my sister wasn’t ready. This seemed kinda odd to me seeing as how my sister was with her boyfriend, and they’d be coming over a little later. They were doing family dinner functions with his family.

So here it was almost 2pm by now, and no one else had shown up. My aunt called to let us know they were 5 minutes away, and if we hadn’t already, to go ahead and eat without them. As for my mom and sister, they were no where to be seen. My grandpa was getting hungry and grumpy, but of course my grandma wouldn’t let him eat until everyone arrived. My sis and her bf finally showed up, and she walked in the door fussing.

She had just got into a huge fight with my mom. Which, anyone who knows my sis knows there isn’t a day that goes by when she doesn’t fight with my mom. They’re both psychotic. Anyway, my sis calmed down and we all started snacking on chips here, pickles there, you know whatever was out that we could get to w/o fixing a plate. Then my mom shows up and as soon as she walked in the door my mom and sister both started screaming at me for everything and anything.

If i picked up a chip, i got screamed at b/c my sister wanted that chip. If i fixed myself a drink, my mom yelled at me that she wanted that cup. Soon memorial day lunch with the family turned into psycho’s day to scream. I sat down at the table to eat, and my sister started screaming at me that she had chosen that seat, although for one, i’d already been sitting there and 2. i always sit there b/c it’s at the end of the table and i’m left handed. If i dont sit there i bump elbows.

I finally got fed up with it and threatened to leave but my grandma told me to sit down and eat. She said dont worry about it, if they wanna act like this we just wont do family dinners anymore. I’m getting sick of it. Which it’s true. Everytime we have a family dinner my mom and my sister have to cause a scene over something. The past few times it has been b/c my mom will sit there and constantly go on and on about how fat i am. Excuse me, but i’m not fat. I might be a lil chunky but i’m not fat. I’m 5′2, 125lbs. That’s NOT fat. If you would really like to see, you may look at a photo of me and my beautiful bulldog HERE.

Anyway, back to my lil story. I finished fixing my plate and sat back down to eat. I realized i had forgotten to grab a fork, so i jumped up to grab one. I walked over to the silverware drawer and pulled it out, reached in to get a fork and the next thing i knew, my sister was slamming the drawer on my hand. She had walked up and purposely slammed it on me, and then screamed at me to get outa her way so she could get a hotdog.

The only problem is….she was standing there with her hip against the drawer so i couldn’t get it open to get my hand back out and i was starting to lose feeling in my fingers. My grandpa screamed at her and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her away from the drawer long enough for me to get my fingers out. All hell broke loose at that point. Everyone started screaming at everyone, so i grabbed my hamburger off my plate, grabbed my keys and cellphone and left. I can’t deal with this shit anymore.