Whoa! Did Someone Get Outted Tonight?

I've been noticing that my aunt is a little sensitive about the issue of homosexuality, which made me wonder whether one or both of my cousins are gay. What happened tonight has pretty much laid any lingering questions to rest. Somebody is definitely gay in this house when my aunt is ready to go to blows over the matter.

I'll rewind a little bit and tell you what transpired. My aunt's two stepdaughters came over as they normally do to watch the NBA Finals. This year it's the Boston Celtics vs. Los Angeles Lakers. So far they are 2 and 2, so the anticipation was high for fans of the game. Well, my uncle normally lets the girls watch on the massive high definition television in his bedroom. He'll just go upstairs on his computer since he is not a big fan of basketball. Tonight was different. His son and daughter were blocking the TV by watching their show instead, which left his other daughters wondering what the deal was. When Lisa asked my aunt about the TV, she let it rip! She told her exactly how she felt about bias comments against gays. It was clearly personal for her. We know she's not gay and her perverted husband might be a total bisexual freak but it's not something my aunt would take a stand for. So we have to be talking about her kids - Kim and Manny. One or both of them are gay - must be. Otherwise, why would she get so angry over the issue. No, she was ready to go to blows.

Really, it's not that big a deal. So many have chosen that path for their lives that it really would not be much of a shock. But it's a private matter that they are making less private with their vocal opinions and outbursts. If you're that willing to defend it, you should be equally ok with claiming it but who am I to say? It's just quite a situation to witness. I dont want to be a part of this drama.

Ain't That Some Shit

I spent the morning cleaning, sweeping, mopping and scrubbing my aunt's kitchen as well as washing her family's stink load of laundry. Not because anyone asked me to, but to earn my keep so to speak. It's bad enough that I feel like Cinderella around here. My aunt's college-age kids walk past me without speaking. They say hello to their dogs and nothing to me like their dogs mean more to them than I do. Every other day or so, I look around to find everyone gone. It is their way to pack their family in the car and leave me behind. Oftentimes they return with trays of food. I get it. I'm an outsider, not part of your loving family. In fact, I am aware that I am in their home every minute of the day. They don't let me forget it.

At 37 years old, I sleep on a twin-size blow up mattress in a corner of their living room. In the morning, they walk over and across me like I'm in the middle of Times Square. I put the air mattress in a corner of the living room so I wouldn't have to inflate and deflate it everyday, and someone threw it down the stairs into the basement. It gets worse. My aunt's husband kicked my 10lb poople down a flight of stairs because the dog barks at him. He told me my dog "fell down the stairs" but when I went to check on my poodle, he had a scar under his nose. That bastard is one mean perverted freak.

And even this bullshit is an upgrade from the way I was treated by my mother and sister.