Andycee/Bitch/Family

I posted the previous entry as a "Note" on Facebook yesterday, with appropriate editing. As I mentioned friends from highschool, I tagged them in the Note so they could read it. I was surprised they bothered lol. I got Comments from Jazz and Kylie. Mostly wishing me well wishes for Bubba’s arrival.

One note that really touched me though was from Andy C. He said that he really liked the way my mind works – that it is very appealing. He said that he especially liked the part "about boys" because he finds it very difficult to convince women that there ARE nice men out there. Of course, the insinuation is that he is one of them.

Indeed… Andy C always put on a really hard front. He always spoke venom of women, and their manipulative and "devilish" ways, and how they were best off just being used by men themselves. As time passed by I was able to see that he had been hurt, and one day it was revealed that indeed he had been with one girl for eight years… She went overseas and broke up with him over the phone. I personally believe that this is when he decided to up and leave Australia, and he has been living in London for the past 6yrs.

As time passed, I was also able to see that indeed he is one of these extremely sensitive men who go to the ends of the earth in Romance. He had stories to tell of how he took his then-She Devil up to The Eiffel Tower and fed her deluxe chocolates. And how one other time, he booked the most expensive restaurant in London… and how another time he booked the most lavish Hotel for a weekend away, and he had rose petals spread all over the bed, all over the floor… the next morning he served her up a breakfast he cooked up himself.. some exquisite meat breakfast dish that I obviously can’t remember… and champagne with strawberries dipped inside… and he’d even dipped the rim of the glasses in sugar….

I used to roll my eyes at him and tell him outright that you JUST DON’T DO THAT…. UNLESS… you’ve been with someone for YEARS… Not casually dating for a few months…

But that is Andycee. He is this kind of man… And he needs to find a woman that will cherish all that he does for her… Despite his big hard exterior – ripped muscles from constant gym-junking… He has the biggest and most softest heart and soul… And he is just SO romantic ! He has these beautiful green eyes that speak volumes of softness if he allows you to  look into them for long enough…

I love how we’ve somehow managed to keep a friendship.. Indeed, he is one of the BEST workmates I ever had LOL. We fought and scratched each others’ eyes out.. but we equally loved and adored each other… lol. He’s thinking of coming back to Aus for good next year, and says he could drop in and see us and Bubba : ) I like that he mentioned Bubba… with a smiley too… I wasn’t sure how supportive he was of "the baby thing"… It would be awesome to see him again.

I had to ask Sam for the Internet money – for the second time – today. It is a mere $9.10 that she owes – how hard can it be to JUST FUCKN PAY IT ?!?!? I swear, I am getting SICK of having to chase her up for rent and bills !!!! "Oh yeah, I forgot about that" she says dismissively, then quickly explains she’ll get money out tonight as she is going to Coles after work. I say, "Okay cool, cos it’s like a week late and it hasn’t been paid."

Yup. I had to be a bitch. That’s just the way it goes for young 18yo’s who "forget" about their simple responsibilities.

We’re generally very tired of her "taking over". By that, we mean physically taking over. She is constantly cooking and baking and therefore ALWAYS IN OUR KITCHEN. Using all of our stuff. The fridge is divided into two – one side is ours, the other side is theirs. But no, it’s not divided 50/50 is it. It’s more like 40/60 if not 30/70 because of all the SHIT she buys and squishes into the fridge !!!! It’s like, can you KEEP IN MIND THE SPACE YOU HAVE AVAILABLE AND BUY ACCORDINGLY !?!?!!? Same as the pantry… We each have 1 shelf, and half-a-shelf. That half-a-shelf is more like 40/60 as well…. We’re SO OVER IT. The other day, I couldn’t fit my dried-fruit-n-nut mix back into the pantry. It’s in a huge tall container and should ideally be placed next to the breakfast cereal boxes. But I left it out on the bench for a few days because there was no space. When suddenly Sinjay realised that the shared shelf was more like 40/60 – with them taking up the 60% of the shelf. This pissed me off royally, so I went about moving their shit around – I don’t care HOW OCD she is with wanting everything in perfect order, and in a CERTAIN order… – and I squished my container into our half. Guess where it was this morning when I went to retrieve it from the cupboard… NOT where I’d squished it on the shared shelf…. She has obviously taken the LIBERTY of moving a 1L bottle of olive oil out of our top shelf and into the "condiments cupboard" above the rangehood… to make space for the container of fruit’n’nuts. HOW FUCKING DARE SHE !?!?! I don’t go moving her shit around to WHOLE OTHER CUPBOARDS and WHOLE OTHER PLACES !!!!!!!!

*sigh*

This morning I lay in bed… thinking about how all of this makes me so angry… It makes Sinjay angry… And we’re constantly bitching about her. And I was thinking about WHY this makes me so angry… I argued that it’s because she is TAKING OVER. Taking over MY house. MY space.

I questioned myself – why is this a threat? Why is it a threat that she should use up more space as she needs it. Obviously, we don’t need that much space, otherwise we would already be using it, and she wouldn’t be able to use it herself. I tried to be reasonable, and logical. I realised that the threat was … in the end… possibly insignificant. The threat is that… she’ll do what she wants – using up any old space she can acquire when she needs… but COME THE TIME THAT WE NEED IT…. it wont’ be available.. And it will be hard to reclaim the space back off her.

Is that really so threatening though? I mean, so what? Come the time.. just talk it through. It shouldn’t be too hard, right?

I think it’s just an irrational territorial thing that’s happening here.

I guess, we also feel that it is a lack of respect towards us and our home. She’s barely eighteen, and has barely lived here for …. nearly 3mths… and she has just TAKEN OVER that much already…

It’s not just the fridge and the pantry. It’s the Linen Cupboard too. We were kind enough to give her a whole shelf for her to use as storage. And yet she started using part of the very bottom "shelf" …. and that very bottom shelf is now PACKED TO THE MAX with her shit. To the point where, if I wanted to reach in there to grab OUR STUFF (boardgames, xmas decorations… granted, I don’t need these anytime soon..) I would not know where to start.

Yesterday I found a box of Xmas Decs that Cherie had given

to us years ago. This box was one of the many in bigger boxes that I was sorting through yesterday. I went to put it away with our other xmas decs in the bottom "shelf"… and I just couldn’t. In my anger, I was gonna start moving her shit out. But I thought , no. I told her this morning that I needed her to make a little space for the box of Xmas Decs that I’d found. So she did. But you see? She’s TAKING OVER.

*sigh*

I’m just so over it.

But I don’t want to be feeling like this anymore. It really isn’t worth the hassle, it’s not worth the stress. It’s not worth the anger and bitterness. I just want to LET GO already. It’s like…. really, not the end of the world. Who the fuck cares she if she has a million trillion bitch of rubbish she needs to store. Why should it be my PROBLEM?

And perhaps this is just a bit of a lesson that Life has provided – for us to GET USED TO IT. Get used to the fact that… well, if we’re gonna create a family now…. we ARE going to run out of space a lot of the time… It’s just part of life.

*sigh*

Yesterday, Mum invited us over. I’d left a voicemail for her, saying that I wouldn’t be able to see her till sometime this week, as I would not have fuel till then. She said that we should go over and they can "sort something out". I protested that she has helped me out ENOUGH (she gave me 100 bucks last week!) and that she also needs the money. She protested with her usual "Una mano lava la otra" [Chilean saying that translates to "One hand washes the other", meaning we all help each other out at different points]. She gave me 50 bucks which I was deeply grateful for. I’ve put 20 fuel in my car. The other 30 will go towards a bill. I wouldn’t normally bother paying bills with "free money" but it is a FINAL BILL – Sinjay’s last Optus bill.

Anyhow, the gathering at Mum’s was just wonderful. Luke & Deity were there too. Deity had baked these delicious little berry muffins that we all shared. And later Mum put on carrot cake & ice cream. The mood was so lovely, and so perfect. Dad bonded with his two son-in-laws… Us ladies chatted about anything and everything. And at one stage, we were ALL seated at the table, and ALL discussing different interesting topics.

I loved that Mum really got involved and gave her opinion. And I also loved that Sinjay was being his (opinionated and political) self and just expressing his views openly. I don’t think Mum had seen this side to him before.. and I think it’s good. I think that ever since me and Deity gave her "the talk" of involving herself, and speaking in English for the sake of her sons-in-law.. Mum has really put in an effort.. and it’s working. I think she really IS getting to know Sinjay a little bit more now.

Overall, it was a really lovely night. Very comfortable. No awkward moments.

 

 

 

 

PS: I’d lost a whole spindle of CDs several months ago… Just after my road trip to Townsville in July… And I finally found them !!!!!!!! I was ECSTATIC !!!!! They were under my car driver’s seat…..