I’ve noticed something odd, which is going to be childish, but maybe that’s fine since I am a child. (In many religions you aren’t a real wise man until you’re 40, which is still pretty young honestly.)
Whenever I develop a “crush” on someone, I immediately assume I’m just confused and force myself to move on. I assume also that no one could possibly like me, and the one time someone did, I apologized and refused because (1) Brandi was still a thing and (2) I was sure I was grossing this person out.
I assume I’m disgusting, though that’s changing a bit. This grad school has forced me to get more comfortable with my appearance, and people keep liking me despite how I think I look, but now that the distortions are fading, I’m realizing that they were distortions. I look fine. Pretty actually.
And my grandparents are getting me invizilign or however you spell that, so that’s cool. I needed braces (like actually needed, not just for looks, there was some actual medical problem) when I was about four years old. But I didn’t see a dentist until I was 21, and I had taken myself on my own. My family all collectively blames my dad, which is fine because he would use all the money on drugs and alcohol and therefore neglect his children's needs. But on the other hand, he was out of my life at age 13, when I stood up to him. You’d think my mom would have jumped on that..?
But then again, she felt teenagers could be ignored and neglected, so. Oops.
My little brother got to go to a dentist at age 10 or 11. My dad chose him. The dentist was sketchy as hell and actually made things worse. Also, my mom thought waffles were a light breakfast when the paperwork said jello, which I pointed out twice before he left and then, once under whatever drug they used, threw up in the middle of a procedure. Good thing it wasn’t anesthesia!
I’m saying that no matter what, things have probably worked out for the best. My twin brother has braces now.
Did I mention that the weekend I unplugged, his wife (the one who doesn’t believe in doctors, which he didn’t know because he met her three months ago, and also the one who thinks she’ll ungay me, and also the one who was definitely a high risk pregnancy but thought my autistic brother who can’t even pick up a cat was going to deliver the baby and hopefully not be full of guilt for the rest of forever if someone died because he froze up) lost the baby? No one knows what happened exactly. She had cramps a week before, then bloody spots. Still refused to see a doctor. Then a week later it got bad and dangerous, she was rushed to the E.R., but several hours in she lost the baby.
Because there was no monitoring, it could happen again because they don’t know the cause exactly. I’m very frustrated about this because every woman in my family has had a miscarriage and warned her repeatedly that her decisions could be dangerous to herself and others. She believes that men must have the final say, but my twin didn’t say anything about it.
Not that anyone has said anything to her since. She needs space to mourn. Even though my one very mean aunt my blood-related aunt married but who the family hates says that if she had killed the baby by not having him in a car seat, she would have also been arrested for neglect. My aunt is a gigantic bitch, because those situations aren’t comparable.
I get the frustration though. But I will not be showing it to her. It wouldn’t help a thing. She obviously did not plan this and hopefully will be okay and will be able to try again later. Hopefully being a little wiser. If she has my brother deliver a dead baby, though....
I’m wishing my brother had married that woman I actually knew. She has severely untreated PTSD and jokes about suicide all the time in a way that make people crazy uncomfortable, but she wasn’t dangerous like this person seems to be. She’s brainwashed. Her Facebook posts (which I barely see because I’m barely online) are so full of brainwashed-talk that complete strangers will comment on her posts regularly with warnings that she’s talking nonsense.
</rant>, I guess I’ll come back and talk about other stuff later, if I feel like it. I’ve got work to do and totally derailed myself. My family won’t talk about this so it’s nice to have randomly vented it, I suppose