I just got back from Minnesota. Holly and I went up there to crash Stephanie’s thirtieth birthday party. She had no clue we were coming. It was excellent. And now its over.
Now I’m back in my humbly depressing shit hole. My house is literally sinking into a massive shit-hole from an over-flowing septic tank that’s as old as the dirt it’s buried in.
I’m listening to my mother argue with her sister over OCDC.
They are screaming back and forth while OCDC runs the water in the bathroom sink as if it’s a normal night home with his loving family. Just another 2 hour hand wash. Just sloughing off a few more layers of skin leaving them red and chapped, but super clean!
I went on facebook and finally worked up enough nerve to send my cousin a message. He’s the one that feeds us promises of adopting his mom and OCDC to go live with him.
I wrote him;
When is OCDC going to live with you? There is constant screaming at my house and my dad does not deserve this for his retirement.
I’m scared to read his reply. I shouldn’t be. It’s silly that I’m nervous. What I wrote wasn’t rude, was it?
He just sent me his reply.
Here’s his response. I replaced his real name with OCDC.
First of all, I wanted both my mother and OCDC to come live here in Knoxville; OCDC said no.
Secondly, my mother does give your Dad money. So its not like she’s a free loader.
Thirdly, you’re all adults, are you not….. so why the screaming?
And lastly, as soon as my mother pays the rest of her debts, she told me she’s leaving.
OCDC’s OCD is something you nor I will probably never fully understand, but I can assure you, it’s definitely something you would never want, yourself.