i'm 44, my sister is 9yrs older and has a daughter, 23 with brain cancer (long remission). our father, with whom we dwell, is 83. my sister is the charming, smiling, sweet kind of evil. she's a junkie, though not on the needle, forever chasing the neverending buzz. she's a compulsive liar and innate and hopelessly manipulative. since the day i was brought home from the hospital, she has meant me ill, but always coated with sticky sweet love. my first two names are 'jason joe'. i used 'joe' in school, but i've been 'jason' to the rest of the world for 20yrs. my sister introduces me to others as 'my little brother joey'. for a week, every time she called me 'joey' i called her 'poisonous cunt'.
anyway, she's dying. IMHO classic hygiene hypothosis victim. she spent her live obsessed with cleanliness, eating antibiotics by the handful, and corticosteroids. her immune system, evolved to be in a state of unending warfare with a legion of parasites, lacking anything else to do, is grinding her like a woodchipper. holes keep appearing in her intestines, doctors cutting out bits. now, as of six hours from now, my dad has put me on deathwatch.
my life philosophy is 'do the right thing because it's the right thing to do'. i was thinking about ways i could ease her passing. and thinking again. i can't help it. when she dies, i'm going to cosign her soul to hell and damn her three times. she wouldn't feel right anyplace else. and it's the right thing to do.
ps - my dad treats my sister like gold, me like dogshit he stepped in. he is also a clean freak - but this is because his soul has shit on it ajax won't take off. my sister is 'daddy's little girl' because he fucked her when she was a teenager. my boyfriend actually figured this out, from knowing them, without me telling him. he's going to hover over her and wait on her. i've been in the hospital four times in the last 20 years and he never so much as called me. makes me want to take him out and beat him with a hose.
anyway, she's dying. IMHO classic hygiene hypothosis victim. she spent her live obsessed with cleanliness, eating antibiotics by the handful, and corticosteroids. her immune system, evolved to be in a state of unending warfare with a legion of parasites, lacking anything else to do, is grinding her like a woodchipper. holes keep appearing in her intestines, doctors cutting out bits. now, as of six hours from now, my dad has put me on deathwatch.
my life philosophy is 'do the right thing because it's the right thing to do'. i was thinking about ways i could ease her passing. and thinking again. i can't help it. when she dies, i'm going to cosign her soul to hell and damn her three times. she wouldn't feel right anyplace else. and it's the right thing to do.
ps - my dad treats my sister like gold, me like dogshit he stepped in. he is also a clean freak - but this is because his soul has shit on it ajax won't take off. my sister is 'daddy's little girl' because he fucked her when she was a teenager. my boyfriend actually figured this out, from knowing them, without me telling him. he's going to hover over her and wait on her. i've been in the hospital four times in the last 20 years and he never so much as called me. makes me want to take him out and beat him with a hose.