And Then There Were Two

It just so happens I'm a "selfish, spoiled, bitch".

Honestly, I've been called worse. I think. They might have been drunk. Hell, I might have been. Actually, I think I need to be right now.

Where was I? Vodka? No....

Oh yeah. Two of 'em. My brother is convinced that I'm being a spoiled brat.

Fine. So I'm a spoiled brat. He's telling me this is all happening because I pitched a fit when my Dad said I couldn't get my surgery. Well, yeah. That's a definite possibility. I've definitely been known for my, er, histrionic behavior, and I would certainly not put it past me to throw one HELL of a fit if I didn't get my way. But that was in the past.

I repeat: In The Past.

Bro says I called him crying hysterically over not getting my surgery. While I don't think that happened (crying hysterically? Probably. Calling my BROTHER? Um, no.), let us say it did. Let's flow chart.

Dad says no surgery --> Shira cries hysterically and threatens suicide (hey, if I'm gonna go all the way, I'm gonna go all the way for this theorum) --> Dad gives in and signs a contract for surgery.

And...back up. Since when did my throwing fits in the past get me anywhere? Please. It took years to get him to not hate that I went to NYU, because "its an uppity East Coast school". I've cried hysterically over not being able to have my way on many, MANY occasions, absolutely none of which come to mind. He refused to pay for my apartment in NY (though he helped out in other ways), and hell, he's been an asshole about many things in my life. I pitched a fit, I cried it out, I was angry, I got over it, and no, I didn't always get what I wanted.

Wait. Hold on. In the words of my mother, "You usually get what you want". That's true. I've been very very lucky, and I'm grateful for it.

I had come to terms that I might not have my LBL and stuff like that after I graduated college. It sucked, but I had found a job, and blah blah blah, I was moving on. I'd like to think, that when my Dad said "No surgery", I didn't throw a fit. I imagine I bitched, moaned, told him he's an ass, and pointed out that he himself had said it's important and whatever. I'm sure I did my part to sway him, it's what we DO in the world when we don't get our way. That being said, after so many years of fit-pitching and bitching and NOT getting my way, how is it possible that a few tears and "sure, Shira, you can have surgery". Um, not the way it works in my household.

That being said, what my brother needs to understand is that its OVER. Done. We're not putting my arm fat back on, kthx.

What pisses me off is not at this point the disgusting actions of my father, but the way I've been treated since. He hasn't called. (Fine, I haven't called him either).

You are now emancipated and I have no more money to pay your bills.

Fine, so tell me to get a job like most people. Does he have a CLUE what the word "emancipation" means? Let's consult the dictionary:

e·man·ci·pate (-mns-pt)

tr.v. e·man·ci·pat·ed, e·man·ci·pat·ing, e·man·ci·pates

1. To free from bondage, oppression, or restraint; liberate.

2. Law To release (a child) from the control of parents or a guardian.

Hmm, maybe I should say thanks? In vernacular, I believe it has come to mean "wash your hands of". Either way, it hurts.

So, essentially, my brother's trying to keep peace, I'm a spoiled brat (hey, I'll bite!), and I have a pastrami waiting.