So. Much. Drama
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mokuyoubiSorry I have been so absent lately. I've been busy with work, booking my trip, getting ready for graduation, and oh, yeah, with
My sister's dog attacked ours (this isn't the first time, either. Last time she took a chunk out of the top of Maggie's head--you could see bone). It is important to note that my sister's dog never comes away with even a scratch, and also that she attacks suddenly and without provocation. We waited well over a month before taking Maggie back again, and again, Maybe attacked her. This time she has several wounds in her front right leg that go clean through to the other side, as well as internal bleeding, and two puncture wounds on her cheek that go through to the other side as well. I had to pry Maybe's jaws off her, and it was really fucking difficult and scary, and Maggie just kept bleeding and whimpering. You have to understand that my dog is just about the sweetest thing in the world. We got her from the pound when she was just about 8 months old, and she had been abused.
Anyway, Muse started yelling at my sister that she either needed to train Maybe or give her away. This is my sister's dog situation. She has Mabel and Oliver, two medium sized dogs (65-75lbs). She keeps them in the yard upward of 12-15 hours a day. When she lets them in, she locks them in the kitchen. When we stay with her for the weekend, she interacts with them for maybe ten minutes the entire time, and that is her yelling at them. I rarely see her pet them, or give them any affection. Her husband and son *hate* them. Her husband talks about poisoning them and is disgusted by them, and they fight constantly over them because she got them even after he said no. Her son hits them and pushes them away and tells me he hates them.
Now, when Muse tells my sister she needs to do something, my sister flips the fuck out, saying that her dog isn't the problem, ours is. I tried to reason with her, telling her that if her dog did this to someone else, that person would call to have it destroyed. She started screaming for me to go ahead and call animal services, and I could explain to Dante why his dog was gone. Then when Muse tried to reason with her, asking what if Maybe did it to Dante, my sister waved a fucking stick at Muse, I called her a crazy bitch, and she told us to get out. Then she said we weren't allowed to see my nephew anymore.
Needless to say, this has really fucked with my head. I've been crying a lot at random intervals and just generally out of it. The thing is, even if she just said it in the heat of the moment and cools down later, the fact that she would use Dante like that freaks me out in ways I can't even explain. He is the most important thing in my life, and just the thought of not having him around hurts like a physical pain. I don't know what to do right now; I feel oddly like I have no purpose or direction, which is just stupid, I know, but I can't shake it. He's my *baby* I raised him. And it isn't just about me. He told me Friday when we came down that the days I came were the best days ever. I'm not conceited, but I am his favourite. I'm his indulgent aunt who actually spends time with him (when my sister, I think, often sees him as another pet, and as easily dismissed). He called me after we'd left to tell me he loved me and missed me, and were we going to play later like I promised? I just broke down. How could she do that to her own child?
On a more positive note, we have finished planning/booking our trip abroad. We'll be arriving in London on May 13th and in Gothenburg on May 22nd.
Nena!!! Baby!!! Malin!!! I am so excited!!! I wish it was sooner, so I could get my mind off things. Alas. But it is a very full trip. From London we go directly to Sunderland/Newcastle, then to Stockton-on-Tees, where Nena and her hubby live. She's mentioned going to the beach, and Newcastle, which has lots of museums and cool architecture and other fun stuff. Then back to London on the evening of 20th. We'll just be there one day, but Muse has never been, so we're cramming it full of cool things -- Westminster Abbey, Tower of London, Speaker's Corner at Hyde Park, Covent Garden, a Jack the Ripper walk, and a show in the west end in the evening. I'm trying to find this restaurant online, but having no luck, since I don't remember the name. All I know is that it was near Piccadilly Circus, and it was the most delicious pizza ever, and there were no plates--you ate off the tablecloth. And they said it was German food, but IDK.
Anyway, then on to Gothenburg, and man, I am so jazzed about that. I've never been to Sweden, and the city sounds awesome, as do all the things Malin has planned for us...Why don't we leave tomorrow?
Well, at least I have TYV to look forward to later this week. I really don't think I'm going to like the rest of their music any better than what I've already heard, but one can dream, right? At the very least, BAR!!!
So, IDK if I will have anything for BBB this year. Stress has been killing my writing. Basically when I get home, I just want to lie on the couch and watch something mind-numbing and/or entertaining. Recently that has been Greek and The Office. However, I do know *what* I want to write, and actually have an entire outline OMG. It is Brendon/Spencer, Ryan/Jon, and a bit of Frank/Gee. It's a movie au, but I really don't want to give away any more than that...
My sister's dog attacked ours (this isn't the first time, either. Last time she took a chunk out of the top of Maggie's head--you could see bone). It is important to note that my sister's dog never comes away with even a scratch, and also that she attacks suddenly and without provocation. We waited well over a month before taking Maggie back again, and again, Maybe attacked her. This time she has several wounds in her front right leg that go clean through to the other side, as well as internal bleeding, and two puncture wounds on her cheek that go through to the other side as well. I had to pry Maybe's jaws off her, and it was really fucking difficult and scary, and Maggie just kept bleeding and whimpering. You have to understand that my dog is just about the sweetest thing in the world. We got her from the pound when she was just about 8 months old, and she had been abused.
Anyway, Muse started yelling at my sister that she either needed to train Maybe or give her away. This is my sister's dog situation. She has Mabel and Oliver, two medium sized dogs (65-75lbs). She keeps them in the yard upward of 12-15 hours a day. When she lets them in, she locks them in the kitchen. When we stay with her for the weekend, she interacts with them for maybe ten minutes the entire time, and that is her yelling at them. I rarely see her pet them, or give them any affection. Her husband and son *hate* them. Her husband talks about poisoning them and is disgusted by them, and they fight constantly over them because she got them even after he said no. Her son hits them and pushes them away and tells me he hates them.
Now, when Muse tells my sister she needs to do something, my sister flips the fuck out, saying that her dog isn't the problem, ours is. I tried to reason with her, telling her that if her dog did this to someone else, that person would call to have it destroyed. She started screaming for me to go ahead and call animal services, and I could explain to Dante why his dog was gone. Then when Muse tried to reason with her, asking what if Maybe did it to Dante, my sister waved a fucking stick at Muse, I called her a crazy bitch, and she told us to get out. Then she said we weren't allowed to see my nephew anymore.
Needless to say, this has really fucked with my head. I've been crying a lot at random intervals and just generally out of it. The thing is, even if she just said it in the heat of the moment and cools down later, the fact that she would use Dante like that freaks me out in ways I can't even explain. He is the most important thing in my life, and just the thought of not having him around hurts like a physical pain. I don't know what to do right now; I feel oddly like I have no purpose or direction, which is just stupid, I know, but I can't shake it. He's my *baby* I raised him. And it isn't just about me. He told me Friday when we came down that the days I came were the best days ever. I'm not conceited, but I am his favourite. I'm his indulgent aunt who actually spends time with him (when my sister, I think, often sees him as another pet, and as easily dismissed). He called me after we'd left to tell me he loved me and missed me, and were we going to play later like I promised? I just broke down. How could she do that to her own child?
On a more positive note, we have finished planning/booking our trip abroad. We'll be arriving in London on May 13th and in Gothenburg on May 22nd.
Nena!!! Baby!!! Malin!!! I am so excited!!! I wish it was sooner, so I could get my mind off things. Alas. But it is a very full trip. From London we go directly to Sunderland/Newcastle, then to Stockton-on-Tees, where Nena and her hubby live. She's mentioned going to the beach, and Newcastle, which has lots of museums and cool architecture and other fun stuff. Then back to London on the evening of 20th. We'll just be there one day, but Muse has never been, so we're cramming it full of cool things -- Westminster Abbey, Tower of London, Speaker's Corner at Hyde Park, Covent Garden, a Jack the Ripper walk, and a show in the west end in the evening. I'm trying to find this restaurant online, but having no luck, since I don't remember the name. All I know is that it was near Piccadilly Circus, and it was the most delicious pizza ever, and there were no plates--you ate off the tablecloth. And they said it was German food, but IDK.
Anyway, then on to Gothenburg, and man, I am so jazzed about that. I've never been to Sweden, and the city sounds awesome, as do all the things Malin has planned for us...Why don't we leave tomorrow?
Well, at least I have TYV to look forward to later this week. I really don't think I'm going to like the rest of their music any better than what I've already heard, but one can dream, right? At the very least, BAR!!!
So, IDK if I will have anything for BBB this year. Stress has been killing my writing. Basically when I get home, I just want to lie on the couch and watch something mind-numbing and/or entertaining. Recently that has been Greek and The Office. However, I do know *what* I want to write, and actually have an entire outline OMG. It is Brendon/Spencer, Ryan/Jon, and a bit of Frank/Gee. It's a movie au, but I really don't want to give away any more than that...
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Date: 2010-04-04 02:20 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2010-04-04 03:04 pm (UTC)*HUGS*
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Date: 2010-04-04 04:22 pm (UTC)neither of you are allergic to shellfish, are you?
♥
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Date: 2010-04-04 06:50 pm (UTC)I hope Martin can intervene or something if she ever did try to keep Dante from you. Like serious. I knew AmberDawn had her moments, but SHIT.
I love you
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Date: 2010-04-05 02:29 am (UTC)I'll pray that things work out for the better soon.