Family.

My mother, father and I moved to Las Vegas from Canada when I was about 8 I think. I always wondered why we would move so far away from the entire family. 5 years later I finally understand.

I know you're supposed to love your family unconditionally but holy fuck I feel like I'm related to the most mental people I've ever encountered, and I've encountered enough. I'm not going to name names, but my dad is the only one who is consistently helping/being nagged by Grandma on a consistent basis. No one else does the shopping for her, no one else takes her to the casino.

Grandma on her own is having issues as she told me to clean the room I stayed in when I first got here. I moved out in Feb 2014 and spent an entire day cleaning the room. She approaches me yesterday and gave me shit for not cleaning the room and removing my clothes. That stuff has been long gone and the only thing up there is dads old twin bed because he couldn't get it down the stairs alone with his Parkinson's. There was an empty can and an water empty bottle and some cat food on the floor when they put their older cat in there when the nurses used to come. Again, not my responsibility.
I have no problem doing it because she can't get up there to do it herself, but don't accuse me of doing something I already did and if you cant make it up there and didn't know dads bed was up there, then how do you know it's messy?
It's like every single woman on this side of the family is a constant complainer, and I include myself in that because of this blog right here.
Then there's my cousin who rarely comes to dinner because she doesn't smoke and instantly when she walks in she starts coughing. I don't smoke but you don't see me coughing and asking people to put their smokes out *for me specifically*Then when it comes to eat dinner, she cant eat meatloaf cuz its meat, she couldn't eat the potatoes because they were spicy, even tho grandma showed her the recipe that had no spice in it at all.
Honestly though, there's this thing called manners which I showed earlier by agreeing to clean the room for grandma because she's my elder. I don't complain about the food that grandma slaved all day to make just cuz I have an eating disorder*oh excuse me, gluten allergy* and she refused dessert because it had milk in it. WHY DID YOU EVEN BOTHER COMING??

I like to think of myself as someone who is either shy or in a good mood. I try my best to make people laugh, because I believe laughing is healthier for you than complaining(thanks Brian King)
I'm hoping with these classes I'm taking I can deal better with the things that anger me and possibly be able to address them to family members without causing a family war.