My Journal

June 5th

I've been extraordinarily lazy today, mostly lounging on the couch. It did thunderstorm on and off. Also, I don't have anywhere to be.

So I figured I'd take this empty day and fill this chapter with the some family background.

My mother, Annie, was born in the late sixties in Maine. In the mid eighties, she met a computer programmer (of sorts, I'm not entirely sure of his profession) named James and they got married, moving to Philadelphia for his new job. They had Erica in '92 in their one story house. Then John came in 94' and the house was full, because there were only two extra bedrooms. Went Sierra in came 96', her and John were sharing a room.

James was severely depressed, my mother told me, and refused to seek help. That's why she divorced him. I understand. How could you watch someone you love so deeply go through that, and then listen to their voice as they deny you help, and ever look at them the same way? I don't think I could.

James killed himself in 97'. I read the death certificate. And if my mom ever reads this, I'm sorry, I was young and it was stupid of me. I must've been 11. I don't like to say how he did it so I won't.

After that, my mom was sad, too. And sought comfort in a fellow firefighter named Tom. Tom and her ended up dating, but Erica didn't appreciate it. In fact, I've been told by Tom and Annie that Erica hated him.

Tom proposed to Annie on a beach in North Carolina (I think) in front of the kids. Annie was so overwhelmed, she snatched the ring right from his hands. The got married months later in 2000.

If you track my birthdate back nine months, you get their wedding night. That was a traumatic thing for me to discover, trust me.

My dad and mom ended up having another kid in 02'. Their worst one yet, Marie. See, John and I have always played by the rules. I mean, so far for me I haven't do anything stupid. No drugs or alcohol. No crimes.

Erica and Sierra have both been caught drinking at parties. Sierra even got caught having a party in our home on Mother's Day while my mom, Marie and I were visiting grandma in Maine.

When we got back to Philly, I immediately noticed. There were cups all over the kitchen counters, the speakers were repositioned and the living was squeaky clean.

Too bad no one was as good at cleaning up the kitchen. I went to bed that night and woke up the next morning to hear Sierra and my mom having a huge argument in the kitchen.

Anyway, you know all about the divorce, ahhh so tragic. My mom and dad worked 911 services. Like, they've done everything. My moms moved on to working at a law firm. My dad still unhappily works at a call taking center for 911 calls. The pay is shit. I want him to get out of there.

No dice, though. Last time I saw him, I saw an application to work at the bridge opening. That was in May, though. He started on the application in March. At least he tried.

Erica is working as a psychologist now though. She just moved into a house with her shitbag of a boyfriend, Justin. I'll stand by that statement whenever.

He yells at her constantly and for no reason whatsoever. The only person who gets to yell at my sisters is me.

Also, I hate Marie's boyfriend. She spends all her time talking to him unless she's eating or begging my mom for money. And I don't get what she sees in him. There's a line between obsession and love and they've crossed over into obsessive and slightly possessive zone. His names Justin, as I've probably said.

However, I love Sierras boyfriend. A very sweet farmer. Is he little racist? Sure! But I'm sure Sierra will fix that. My mom hates him because there was an accident where he fixed sierras car or something and then a tire flew off a few days later. But he apologized. Everyone else is over it and so is she. He's very kind to her. They talk most days, probably almost everyday. But mostly over text. He makes decent money at his job and he's a really neat dude, has a lit ass truck and a motorcycle. I think my mother is hating on the wrong boyfriend.

And John and I are the middle children, and as similar as we are in rule following, were also the only single ones in our family. John has guys and girls hitting on him, though. Mostly dudes though. We've been to a couple restaurants where a male waiter had hit on him.

Such as the chickfila drive thru on Friday.

I haven't had a real crush on anyone since seventh grade. If I had the opportunity, there's a few kids I'd go out with, but I know when someone's out of my league, and suppress my feelings until they go away.

Also, we have a dog named Trent. He's a German Shepard and he is huge!

Yeah and that's about all there is for my family history. Besides my step siblings. I don't really count them though. I kind of hate them, so, yeah.

But regardless, I feel I should tell you about it. Their mother is the CEO of some charity, which is surprising because she's rather rude. She hates all of us but she's never met us. Maybe she's going off of her children's opinion of us, which isn't very good, if I'm gonna guess.

But Ted grew up moving all around the East coast. Everywhere from Maine to Florida and then to Georgia. He's a lawyer for a hospital, and for what I imagined a lawyer would be like, he's very nice. He met my mom when they were in middle school or something and he had a crush on her. Then they ended up getting married all those years later. There's hope for some of us.

That's literally it, there's nothing else left for me to tell you... Why are you even still reading this has been like, the most boring chapter of this story??? Goodbye????