Love the sinner, hate the sin.

It truly is a mad mad world.

My sister's wife/addict/person has a wedding to go to back home in Lousiana. Her younger sister, is getting married in a full on big church wedding, and Anna is a bridesmaid. Out of fourteen bridesmaids, she is fourteenth. Her younger sister is the first bridesmaid, then I believe the bride's stylist is ahead of Anna somewhere.

Homosexuals don't have souls, they're damned to all eternity. This is what her family says, and excuses their cruel and inhumane treatment of her with it.

Lolly wants to go with her, so she won't be alone. If I ever wanted to go back to Louisiana I'd go with her, no one should face that alone! Anna asked her parents, and they are allowed to sleep in the trailer in the back, but they must sleep in seperate beds.

Thus begins my intro of Anna. Anna is very posessive of my sister, and in fact sometimes I want to beat her to death. She's like cling wrap, she takes alot of pills, and she's a little rude about money. Despite of all these things, when I heard that I wanted to cry. There really is a reason that we all turn out the way we do.

We were trading survivor stories one day, and she let me know how she got addicted to pills. Her older cousin would beat her half brother, molest her, while her parents went on their merry way to work. They removed her from school when she was in the fourth grade, because it took too much time out of their work day to get her awake and on the bus.

It continued like that for a long time. They got her a nanny who liked to beat her in front of her younger sisters (her brother had long escaped to his father's house in Texas. He turned out alright, works for a major hardware manufacturer after a stint in the military) and wouldn't teach her how to read. She was big, looked manly, she just needed to disappear.

Finally she was 16, and her cousin decided to try a coup d'ta on her, he raped her. Anna, told her dad hoping he'd beat the shit out of the guy, maybe even kill him. He told her to get some therapy, and to forget about it. When that happened to me, I didn't tell anyone for a long time. BUT I know if I had told my piece of crap dad, he would have taken a knife to someone's nuts. How can your father tell you to get therapy and get over it?

If that wasn't bad enough, he made her go to dinner when her cousin came back into town, to "make up". Her father told him he'd done a bad thing (The guy was 21, raping a 16 year old girl, he knew what he was doing) So Anna snapped. She stopped eating for a long time, roller bladed for 8 hours a day, and then busted her knees open. Maybe in the hospital she got the best treatment of her life from medical professionals whose job it is to make you feel safe and comfortable. She got hooked on vicodin, and since then, once a week, she's visiting a doctor about some sort of pain she's got somewhere.

For awhile, I thought maybe she was just exagerating the way her family was, that was until I spoke with them. First, there's Dee, D, or whatever she prefers to call herself. She was the coldest rudest THING I have ever had to chat with, including my psychotic aunt. Then her sisters have called my house demanding to speak with Anna that minute, and I try to explain it's my house phone and they need to call her cell, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. It's give it to me now, you have no right you little peon to tell me what number I need to call.

I'm sending my sister into the lion pit here. My sister Lolly is a full-on she-man-dyke. Anna looks kinda manly, she's tall and has a square shaped head, what are they going to think of lolly's dyke 'do and her boxer briefs?!

I'm actually sort of praying there's a freak hurricane that wipes central Louisiana out for a couple weeks and they have to reschedule

So today when Anna asked for something from my secret squirrel stash, I gave it to her. With relatives like that, I'd need to gobble thirty vicodin/xanax/cold pills a day too.