I’ve mentioned before that I have a sister who hates me. I don’t really know why. She honestly thinks I’m a demon. No, seriously. I can’t make this stuff up. Me and my son are evil demons according to her. We are just a house full of demons over here.
She had my mum babysit her doggie that is a small Pom like my baby over there, Fuzzy. I love her little doggie; it reminds me of Fuzzy. I still cry when I think of losing my baby. It’s been over three years since she passed. I’ve never hurt an animal. I don’t even believe in spanking kids.
Anyway, she asked my mum to babysit and then when the doggie (who is very, very old) went back after only spending one night, she said we had beaten the dog. She said I specifically kicked and beat it because I’m a demon. She could just tell… because… I’m a demon and evil.
This is the same sister that – no lie – thinks the earth is flat. And, is a devout Christian that loves Jesus.
She was driving away when I came back from work. I was so tired. We just had a major snowstorm and I had to shovel our drive, walkways and because the truck that cleans off the street was late, and I had to get to work, I also had to shovel, by hand, over a foot of snow from our street just so I could make it to work to deposit money so we could get payroll for everyone.
I was, needless to say, sore and tired.
I stepped out of the car, ready to grab the few groceries out of the back when she rolled down the window of her vehicle. I thought maybe I could just wave a quick “hi” and we could just be sisters again.
Instead, I heard laughing and she held her hand out the door to flip me the bird, as she drove away. I’m not sure if she called me “c***” this time. She has a few other times, screaming obscenities at me as she drove away.
Now, I know I shouldn’t let this get to me. It really doesn’t matter. But for some reason it really hurt me. Deep down, it made me cry. Its so silly. I really shouldn’t let things get to me.
I can’t reason the hate. I can’t make sense of her cruel commentary that she says about me all over Facebook. I haven’t been on Facebook for years. I’m sure her myriad thousands of followers believe she has a demonic sister living next door. I only know because my mum tells me about it; she is on that site quite a bit.
I honestly have no idea where this thought of me and my son being demons came from. I hadn’t really ever had a relationship with this sister. She’s almost eight years younger and I left home at 17, married, had children, worked, and lived my life in another state.
I honestly hadn’t had much contact with this sister in over 35 years. It wasn’t like my older sister who I am very close to, or my little brother, who bought me a little car to drive to a job since I lost everything. She was born much later and just has made up this narrative that I came here and brought evil… or something?
I mean, a lot of bad things have started happening to her. I think that’s called karma. A random shelf fell on her, breaking her foot that still keeps her limping. She’s gotten three tickets for speeding. She has these incredible migraines that has taken her to the hospital a few times. She’s a bit of a mess and she blames me.
I really don’t get it.
Anyway… I wrote this poem as my mum’s cat, the fat orange one, Tater was constantly crying at the back door this evening. He’s become my cat. He is always around me, sitting on the desk as I work and write. He sleeps on my bed every night. He just likes me. I truly love this little guy, too. (In fact, he’s sleeping on the bed next to me right now as I write.)
On a side note: he is the cat the she was trying to throw things at, and made cry, when she broke into my mum’s home last year. She hates cats. I think she thinks they are evil too. In fact, when Tater hears her voice next door he sprints back into the house.
I guess this poem is my settled resolve that this is just how it is right now. I’m okay. Because I know who I am. And I am pretty happy right now, living with my mum’s fat orange cat, surrounded by those who do love me.
My Fat Orange Cat
Something evil resides next door
I hear it in the wind
In the creaks of the floor
Something evil lurks at the corner
It spies, it cries
My name of another
The childhood that led to this
The teenager of wanton bliss
The young adult I’d thought I’d miss
Growing older to functional bliss
Now I am old and still
Unsure of this… paranormal sense
Something evil speaks next door
My poor orange cat meows against
The crazed words and quieted screams
Behind the door as it pleads
It begs, “Let me in”
“Why yes, I do mean you harm,” with an evilly grin
Its all insinuate
The lifelong hate
I’ve considered by this point
And slowly back away
Pick up my fat orange cat that purrs
He wants to scratch that itch
I’d allow if I thought he could scratch it away
I’m sure you won’t mind
Don’t be alarmed
Insanity only lasts a moment
Death is much longer
Close the curtain
Feed the cat
Remove the welcome
From the mat
And then, go back to bed
In the morning I’ll wake to dread
Something evil lives next door
Cruelty and hate I’ve never faced
I wonder at times why is this life
So, encumbered by nonsensical lies
A narrative of an unhinged mind
And reality says, “Why try?”
I really must live
My very own life
My fat orange cat rumbles
Cuddles and nudges into my side
This is truly reality
And what it means to live a life
I think it needs a bit of work. I don’t truly like the ending. But, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you can live without crazy relatives. May you find what you seek and search for in this life.
Hi and love you, Gracie! 🙂 ❤
Now, everyone go listen to this amazing concert from Millie Parfait’s return:
2 thoughts on “Unsure of Title and Much More – A Poem”
Hi Val! Its been a long time, sorry I haven’t came around for so long. Glad to hear you’re still enjoying being at your moms place. Sorry your sister hasn’t changed 😦 I think we all have at least one crazy relative! I have a few of them myself lol! It is hard not to take these things personally, even though we know it is them and not us. Stay well! I will try to get back and catch up on what I’ve been missing 🙂
Hi Ang!!! 🙂 Thank you for commenting. It’s nice hearing from you again. I hope you and yours are doing well.