bah holidays

My family sucks at togetherness, and therefore, holidays.  If we don't dissolve into arguments every two hours, it's not an authentic experience.  A lot of it centers around my brother and his inability to care about anyone other than himself in any given situation.  

This is a kid you can't even count on to wash, dry, and put away a dish even though he's been doing it for literally 15 years.  Even without the decade and a half of practice, it is not something that takes a long time to master.  I hate coming home because the only things I can count on are good food (bonus), arguments, being called a bitch, and feeling a crushing sense of depression and helplessness while surrounded by the saddest collection of people I've ever met.  

This is where I come from.  And this is why I can't go home.