Monday, July 07, 2014

Yeah, I'm going to hell

My Cousin Rose will be in Chicago for a weekend in August, and I twisted myself into a pretzel in my explanation as to why she can't stay with me.

"My bathroom is being redecorated, and I only have the one …" Not exactly untrue, just not true. My bathroom won't be done by then, but it will certainly be useable.

"The hole in my living room wall has to be repaired, and that could put my ac out of commission." OK, that's a lie. I mean, it could have an impact on my ac, but that's not likely. And besides, I'm not even having that done in August.

I love my cousin and honor how much she has always loved me. I can't think of a time that I've really needed her that she hasn't been there for me ... and I'm talking about the whole of my life.

But damn, she gets on my last nerve. When I visited her last fall, celebrating my birthday, I couldn't wait to get away. Everything I did or said was wrong or stupid. She wasn't always this argumentative, just since her shattering divorce about 15 years ago.

She's going to stay the weekend with a cousin on her dad's side (we're related on her mom's) and I'll see her either Saturday or Sunday.

It's better this way. I just wish it wasn't.


  1. Definitely worth going to hell.

  2. I like how you're taking care of YOURself. And you know what? There doesn't have to be any guilt associated with it.

    If you enjoyed having her stay with you, you would. You don't, so ... you don't. Easy as pie and no need to feel guilty. You get to take care of you, Miss Thang.

  3. PS: you're not going to hell - stop being a drama queen. Tee hee

  4. Snarky, if being uncomfortable with lying to people I love makes me a drama queen, I'll keep the crown.

  5. I would lie through my teeth than have anyone stay at my house anymore. Family in general just get on my nerves -- friends are always welcome. :)