My Own Damn Fault

Sister is moving out, bought her own house and I couldn't be happier. I actually could only be happier if she would actually fucking move INTO it. She has dragged around moving for three weeks. I helped her move some stuff last night. Yes the heaviest stuff she has in the house down the flight of stairs at my house and out to the trailer she has commandeered. Where are the men! Where the hell are the men flocking around to help the single cougar MILFs move? WTF? I am humping her heavy furniture down the stairs at my house and up the stairs at her new house mentally cursing her and her lack of snaring some hapless fool to help her move. Oh wait - guess that was me.

So I thought I'd help Miss Hoard move a few things since she was working all day, so I moved some hanging clothes from her closet at my house directly to the closet of her new house. Also box of sweaters she never wears, a table leaf blocking my pantry door and the lazy susan which belongs on the table with the leaf. Well, this was not acceptable. Help is only wanted in the order it is requested. So, for better or worse, she is stomping around here tonight moving EVERYTHING out of her closet and the master bath we share.

Well, if that is what it takes to encourage her to go sleep in her own house, so be it. OK she's gone for the night, now I got to go web cam...

I am a prisoner in my own life

Trapped ten ways to Sunday. Financially, physically, emotionally, geographically. Trapped by love, responsibility and a god damn huge mortgage. Trapped 2600 miles from home with no friends or relatives. No car, maybe no phone. Airplane ticket in two days. Arguing with my fiance because we were supposed to take the kids to a water park and I wanted him to take them by himself. They are his kids by the way. I wanted to make up some time on line web-camming and he made it this huge huge battle.

I dont even know how this will all end.