It's about time...

After three long agonizing years, we're getting the fuck out of Karen's house. It might actually be within the week. We've been putting it off, hoping that my dad would have found a job by now, but we can't wait any longer. We can't live the way we are living. We can't live with her always bitching at everything we do. She's made it quite clear that the only reason we moved up here was to take care of her. She's invading our lives. She's disrespectful to my mom and dad, and she's disrespectful to my sister and me.

Nothing we do is ever good enough, but we bend over backwards for her. My mom works 12-hour shifts at a nursing home. She's trying her best to make enough money to keep her satisfied because my dad won't get over himself and go get a fucking job. But Karen bitches that she isn't home enough to clean the house and to basically be there to take care of her. Karen only works 6-hour shifts at a fucking bank that hardly gets anybody, and she comes home and sits at her computer all damned day. But it's always my mom who never does enough. Karen is a lazy bitch, and once we move, I want nothing to do with her. I'm really beginning to not care if she's left all alone. She's made it clear that all we do is disappoint her.

The line between dislike and hate is beginning to blur.