I don’t like writing about the bad things. I really don’t. But if I’m going to blog for 30 days, well… get ready.

It’s amazing how we could have such a great day, then it all turn to crap so fast. Dennis and I left my sisters after the game, and a little beer pong (which I suck at, by the way). I hung out at his house for a bit, then decided I was going to go to the daiquiri shop by my house to see if anyone was hanging out post-game.

Of course, there was one loser in there that I try to avoid at all costs. He spotted me while I was outside on the phone, so I had a few drinks with him, then informed him I was heading to the bar up the road. Scary, going at it alone, but I was just in a mood and NOT ready to go home.

I ended up running into a dear friend there that I haven’t seen in awhile, and we had a blast dancing and cutting up. After the bar closed, we decided to head to another bar right outside of the parish that doesn’ t have to close at 2a.m., but we rode with someone else. Anyhow, this night ended up with me twisting my knee and bruising my elbow - but it was all stupid and self inflicted. It takes real talent to have jello legs, let me tell you.

Meanwhile, while this was going on in MY world (and my phone was completely dead, by the way), my sister Donna was being basically held hostage in her bedroom in her apartment. Her ex had apparently beaten her up (they split up about 2 months ago, but the circumstances required them to remain roomates). She was hit so hard in the back of the head so many times, that she blacked out and couldn’t see - she had lost all vision, and was screaming and pleading to please let her call someone, she couldnt’ see. At which point she was told in no uncertain terms “You’re not getting ME in trouble, you’re not having ME arrested”, and the shoving and pushing and punching continued. Later on, after her vision somewhat returned she managed to get her phone and she called both me and Aimee, then managed to get to one of her neighbors and got them to take her to the Emergency Room. She had a concussion. She lied, and didn’t file a police report. I wish she had, but I can kind of see her point - her ex’s family knows everyone in town, and pulls a lot of strings.

So, it looks like she will be moving back home. Even if just for a minute, while she finds another place. I’m glad she is though. I’m glad she’s smart enough to know that it’s not safe for her to be there any longer. The voicemail she left me on my phone is heart wrenching. It devastates me to hear it, and at the same time makes me want to get violent with someone. Just because, that’s my sister, and you don’t get to F with my sisters and get away with it. I don’t care who you are.

Donna will be here tonight, so she’ll be safe. I’m not looking forward to seeing the condition she is in. There’s never, ever a need to get physical. And honestly, that’s the one thing I always, always tell N - USE YOUR WORDS, not your fists. It can’t be said enough. It’s just NOT okay to put your hands on someone else.

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