Thank you all for the bday wishes. They truly made me happy. <3
So, my bday was kinda interesting:
So my brother and I head out to my sister's work to pick up her house keys . I decide to wait downstairs because I hadn't had time to do my hair and my hair was like "Woah there Mufasa!" and since the people my sister works with are my potential coworkers, I decided to stay downstairs at the parking structure.
My sister comes down and congratulated me and then asks me if I had picked up the rent from one of the properties we own. I didn't go and my sister was all like "douche" and went back to work. I shrugged it off as I'm sure she did too. So we go to the grocery store to buy Lasagna and cookies and then I get a call from my bf. He tells me nice things and bla bla bla. We leave the store and go to my sisters house.
My brother and his girl friend start baking the lasagna and I decide to take a nap on my sister's bed.
So by 5 pm my sister comes home and wakes me up. She is on the phone with the dude she is dating at the moment and there seems to be some tension. So I get up and stretch and my sister is like "Do my bed." I look at her and say "Yeah, no. Your bed was a mess when I got here. If anything, I made your bed tidier by sleeping on it." My sister is a person that was raised in luxury and is used to people pampering her and listening to her every demand. Usually I comply with her because she is going through a tough time and I want to help her, but yesterday I had a strange stomach ache and I was in no mood to play servant, plus it was my bday. She looks at me and says "you come and sleep on my bed with your dirty clothes and don't want to do my bed? Get out." I walked toward her and grab one of her sheets and say "my clothes are clean. They are cleaner than what goes on on your bed!" I didn't mean it as a slut shaming of course, I meant it as "you had sex and there could be sex jam on there and you don't see me complaining" kind of way. So she kicks me out of her house. I ask her if that's what she wants and she says yes. My brother heard what happened and he is trying to pacify things but my sister kinda tried to victimize herself and make me the bad person (something she does a lot which makes my other family members see me like the boogeyman and rude but I'm very passive and don't really care about what others think of me) . She comes to me and tells me "I don't understand, I wanted to buy you a fancy dinner and you said no. Then I let you borrow my house and you behave like this!" Then my brother says "the deal was that we would leave your house the same way we found it. She didn't do anything wrong."
I was in no mood to play along with her attitude so I say "Let's leave. She is upset about something and is lashing out at me. You can spend my bday with your boyfriend. Both of you can pull theatrics (her bf is such a drama queen! It's actually very comical) together, but I won't put up with it." I walk out and my brother and his gf tag along. I call my best friend and I apologize and tell him nothing is happening. He immediately knows something is wrong and asks me "what did she do this time"? I didn't want to rant on my bday so I told him I would explain when I was more at ease. My boyfriend meets me at a parking lot and starts smoking an electronic cigarette (I quit smoking. It was making it hurt when I ran and it's a nasty vice anyway) and then decide on buying "sheesh" (I don't know the exact spelling but its the flavored tobacco for the hookah) and go to Mexico at one of my moms apartments where I know I have my hookah. So we go and eat and they smoked hookah. I opened my present that my bro and his gf got me (new markers!! And ferrero rocher chocolates!!) and then I fall asleep. My bf wakes me up and says he needed to go back to the US so he leaves and I go back to sleep.
I just woke up about 40 min ago and had a dream that made me cry. I'm not the crying sort, but this...was just perfect.
My father (grandfather actually, but that's a long story) died 2 years ago from kidney failure. He wasn't a drinker, he was just...unfortunate. One of the things that always hurt me during his passing was that he had said his farewells to my mum, sister and brother but not to me. My daddy used to call me his baby when he would introduce me to people and my sister was the Chichi baby ( it's a Spanish term for "coddled baby") since she was raised by him and my late grandmother. He was my daddy and it hurt me deeply that I was there the last time we all saw him alive but he was unconscious so I didn't get to say goodbye.
I dreamt that we were at our family home in Mexico. I was walking through the hallway that connects the living room and kitchen when I saw my grandpa. He was eating something and I sat down where he was and started chatting and laughing at something. When I looked around I noticed that we were celebrating something. I felt so happy. His house now is so cold and dark and dusty, but in the dream it was warm and beautiful like when he was alive. My grandpa then hugs me and just smiles. I smile back and go towards the kitchen where they are making food and when I turn around to look for my grandpa, he is gone. The people in the kitchen were being really nice to me and giving me food. i grabbed a plate and went next door and saw my mom and my sister. My sister was sleeping in a bed. My mom told me that she was sad and took my plate. Then I woke up.
I think my grandpa was trying to celebrate my bday thru my dreams
or at least I want to believe he did. I feel happy even though my sister was a total douche and my mom didn't even call me. Maybe that's why they weren't in the same house in my dream.
Thanks for listening in peeps
have a happy Wednesday <3