family

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2018

  Sometimes, family can't be trusted. In my case, I know this all too well.

    This was my junior year of high school. I was living a great life, in Florida, with great friends and a girlfriend. I thought that for once in my high school career, I could finally take it easy. But boy, was I wrong. Very wrong. Instead of a happy junior year, with no stress, I had one of the worst years of my life. All thanks to one person. You see, this "one person" is technically MORE than one person and will get butt hurt if I say it's all their fault. But it's also my opinion. Let's call the prick Ursula. She was my aunt. I say "was" as if she died, but honestly, I just despise her so much, that I can't bring myself to call her my aunt anymore. She reminds me of one of those soccer moms you'll see at a football game for their son who isn't even that good. She sees herself as entitled like she is "above" everyone around her. She is a rich, stuck up, mother of soon to be four children, which is why I see the phrase "she thinks she is entitled" to be somewhat accurate.

    Earlier in the year, my elder sister got pregnant with my nephew. Nothing bad about it. Other than the fact that his biological dad is a complete git, it was fine. But of course, nothing is perfect. And before we knew it, the drama had arisen. His dad continued to change his excuse from "the baby isn't mine" to "it's mine and I will take care of it". After a while of this, Ursula decided to act as my sister's lawyer if anything bad happened and proceeded to move her and my nephew up north to Washington. At first, I didn't see anything wrong with it. Not that I was happy they were gone, in fact, I bawled into my girlfriend's shoulder at the time about how much I missed them at her house one time. A/N: She was not my girlfriend at that time.

    Fast forward to August of 2018, when school started. For once, I started to "enjoy" school. People acted differently towards me, I made new friends and none of my teachers were frustrating. And eventually, the girl I mentioned earlier and I started dating. I was living the best life at the time, and I would never have asked for anything different. Well, now that it has been a couple of years, I can't say that. But I was having a great life, until BAM. Ursula decided to "let us inhabit her husband's house". Listen, when you say someone can just "live" in your house, it sounds like you're trying something stupid. When I told my girlfriend about this, I could sense that she was distraught. I mean, who could blame her? We knew each other for three years, became best friends and eventually girlfriends. Of course this would put a lot of stress on someone. Right before we were about to move in October, while I was in Spanish class, she texted me one of the most heartbreaking things in the world. She told me that she needed a break, and later a breakup. I was heartbroken. I had just lost my soulmate. My other half. My everything. All because Ursula was making us move. That is why I blame her for ruining a lot. Not my parents. Not my girlfriend. Not even myself. Just, Ursula.

    Even to this day I refuse to blame my parents for what happened. Though, as an adult with an apartment of her own I can see what happened was partly their fault. But they aren't full to blame.

   Shortly after we moved back up to Washington, I was transferred to a new school. At first, I protested greatly to my mom. I did NOT want to go to the same school as my cousin but that didn't do anything as I was put in the school anyways. Looking back, I am happy I got put there, met my best friend there.

   Someone else I met was someone named Eric, he was cool. I'll even admit this, but I had the biggest crush on him. He was one of the only people that had been nice to me at this new school. This new environment seemed crazy to me and at the time liking him was the only thing that made sense. A/N: Let me add that I no longer am in contact with this person. In fact, it's been years since I've had an actual conversation with him.

    Eventually my cousin transferred out of that school, which was great for me. No more getting so anxious going to the class we shared that I would call my mom to come get me. I'm going to be honest and say I don't remember how many classes I missed because of them, but I'm sure it was a lot. Once they transferred my attendance improved significantly. Good for me. This was in November/December, I think. I was thankful and was much more comfortable going to school and was so ready for my new class schedule.

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