I need to mentally prepare myself to deal with my oldest sister on Saturday.
I've mentioned here a few times before, but she is a real piece of work. She has made it very, VERY clear that I have no business concerning myself with her personal life. In her words, I am only a half sister, and am therefore nothing to her. I can accept this. No problem. We can be civil when we see each other, we can ignore each other any other time, and we are perfectly fine with that arrangement.
But then she just HAS to go and concern herself with my personal life. My niece and her wife are coming into town to do a belated Christmas celebration as they were with my niece's wife's family for the holidays. They're only in town for a little while, which is disappointing, but they're both incredibly busy, so it's understandable. We were going to do a morning thing - breakfast, gifts, hanging out. 9:00am is too early for them (they are NOT morning people), so we pushed it back to 10:00am. I'm up early regardless, so it's no big deal for my. My only conflict is that I need to leave by 1:15 to get to my riding lesson. Does this mean that they have to all disperse? Not at all! Just me. Only me. We could do an evening thing, I just couldn't get there until 5:00, unless they want me smelling like a horse. They could start without me, no problem!
So then my delightful oldest sister decides that she needs to question my spending. After all, people "my age" ONLY take riding lessons if they're training for the Olympics or have their own horse. I guess she doesn't realize that some people actually enjoy life and have these things called "hobbies." Things they get enjoyment out of - and, as an added bonus, it's a great workout! I guess all those people out there taking dance lessons are stupid. Or painting classes. Or sculpture. Or any other HOBBY that is simply a frivolous waste of time and money. After all, this must be financially irresponsible of me - three years ago I couldn't afford internet! Oh. Wait. Three years ago? Sam was at a crappy job with awful pay after being unemployed for half a year, leaving me to cover all of the bills. Three years ago? We had just bought a house and were recovering from the initial expenses (closing costs, inspection fees, blahblahblah). Now? Sam has a better income. I have a better income. I do ONE THING for my own personal enjoyment, and I carefully plan and budget for it. But somehow...this is her concern. She's angry that we didn't set aside out ENTIRE DAY for family. Now, had this been something we asked of her? She'd tell us that she was busy. Couldn't make it. Couldn't possibly move her appointments. Her things are more important. But, because it's me...it's rude.
I know I shouldn't let her get to me, but...she does. She always will. She is such an angry person who seems intent on belittling everyone of us, questioning our motives, fact-checking my mother on everything that she says/posts (seriously, not joking). I don't understand how she can live like this. Can't she simply find something in life to enjoy? Something to wipe the constant scowl off of her face?
That pretty much settles it. I'm bringing Baxter. I'll keep him on leash if need be, but....he provides a buffer. She hates him. She thinks he's a vicious creature who should only be handled by FBI/CIA/Police/whatever. I guess the money I spent on him to work on his training to get him to be a polite, well-mannered dog was also irresponsible. As was getting a GSD. Or just about any other thing I do with me life.
Okay. I'm done. I just needed to vent all of this. Ugh.