I don’t blame you if you have forgotten.
I am not sure who I am anymore.
I think I am depressed.
Well, I hope I am.
There has to be SOME reason for my lack of oomph.
I have thought through my situation.
Moving here was a massive mistake.
I have always been in control.
Suddenly, I feel obligated.
And I hate it.
If my Stepfather says, one more time, how worried he is about his car rusting, I shall shoot him.
Except, I don’t have a gun.
He says the car is rusting because it isn’t parked in a garage.
I LIVE in the garage!!!
His car is rusting because the damn thing is OLD.
I am sitting here and I am crying.
How dumb is that?
But, maybe, that is good.
You guys are my sounding board.
And I need that.
I need to get all these frustrations off my chest.
Bear with me.
Mex is in the house making supper.
I am babysitting Jasmine.
It is pouring with rain and freezing.
Jasmine used to have the run of the house.
Now they have a new dog.
Who hates other dogs.
And Jasmine lies outside the front door and cries when I am cooking.
I can’t stand it.
I think Mex has realised there is a problem.
We are looking for another Grannyflat somewhere.
We need more space.
One room is driving me insane.
But, I feel guilty.
If I don’t cook my Stepdad will hardly ever get a cooked meal.
The old folk live to eat.
I think they like me cooking for them.
My brother is another story.
Won’t eat chicken.
Doesn’t like fish.
Won’t eat stew if there are bones.
Doesn’t like pork.
Constantly turns his nose up at what I am preparing.
One day I shall explode.
And grill his knackers.
You know what?
I feel better.
I love you guys.