Dear Asshole Brother-in-Law,
Yes, I know that job interview you set me up with fell through because of my own doing. I am so terribly sorry that my girlfriend was passing out for unknown reasons and I had to rush her to the hospital, staying with her until 5 AM, and thus was too exhausted for the interview.
But you know what doesn't help?
GUILTING ME WITH IT EVERY FUCKING TIME YOU SEE ME. Saying all I had to do was show up. Or the job was going to be so easy. Or when I say I knew the job wouldn't be for me, you say, "Oh, yeah. The regular hours and $15/hr. That's definitely not for anyone."
And then tonight. Family dinner. Home from work after an exhausting day and more social interaction, which for me is more work and not in the least bit relaxing. Nephew who I hadn't seen in two years asks me how are things and I said, "Working. Wish I could find another job, but..." At which point, brother-in-law butts in with, "You know, I know where you could've worked."
FUCK. OFF. It was two fucking months ago. I didn't get the job. Thank you. I get that. Crystal fucking clear.
As a result, I basically retreated into a depressive mood for the rest of the night and went into my bedroom, not interacting with anyone, not even my nieces. One of which asked me what was wrong and hugged me before leaving.
I seriously nearly snapped in front of everyone. I really did. Only thing that stopped me from throwing a plate at him, smashing it in front of me, or unceremoniously telling him to fuck off was that there was a 5-year old sitting next to me.[DOUBLEPOST=1439517954,1439517516][/DOUBLEPOST]On the bright side, to work out all this anger and frustration, I just finished what was probably the most intense DDP Yoga workout I've ever done. Just took all my anger and frustration and put it into the workout, constantly keeping most of my muscles flexed. I'm sweating like mad, now.