Then went to my sister’s. To eat leftover Feast. (I love turkey sandwiches.)
Was stressful in a noneventful way at first. Sister’s husband was asleep and her son was being loud and she was begging him not to wake him up. I know it’s weird, but that’s a trigger for me. But I could manage.
Then he woke up because her son was so loud and started scream crying (he fell, it wasn’t his fault) so he woke up.
Came in the kitchen. A bit later started interrupting my conversations with my mom and sister REPEATEDLY and calling me stupid and daring me to prove otherwise.
I guess there’s a plus here because usually when he does this, my mom and sister tell me im the one being rude, even though what I did was get quiet, let him talk, and agree with him. But this year I talked over him, told him he was being obnoxious in a polite way, and when he said I went to a shot school I thought about reminding him that he got kicked out of school for drinking. I’m not a teenager anymore. That was your excuse for bullying me before and my family’s excuse for allowing it. Shit. Made myself cry typing that. It’s an improvement though.
I hope I don’t sound racist because I promise I’m not, but the fact that Pedo was Native and so is my sister’s husband really makes it harder to talk back. I feel like I can’t because I’m ... I don’t know. White? That’s not really it.