I had a visit from a cousin on Sunday, and two days later I'm still wondering what hit me.
I haven't seen this guy since he was an obnoxious bratty 9 year old, and I'm sorry to learn that he hasn't changed. At all. I really don't want anything more to do with him. He's only hit his wife twice, and each time she was asking for it. "Two" seems to be his magic number, as that's how many times he's had his kids taken off him by Child Services, and also it's how many times he's had to move states because of pedophilia allegations against him by his daughter.
He's still holding on to family grievances, too, things that were argued about by our parents when we were still children. Both sets of parents are dead and buried, for gods sake let it lie.
I probably come across as being really snobby here (or as I wrote to my sister- "Oh sis I am such a horrible person and you're going to hate me now, and you probably should, but if S S ever says he's coming to visit again KILL ME NOW because I had a frontal lobotomy today just listening to him, I swear I could feel my IQ points getting lower as he sat there and rabbited on. For eight hours.
He is bombastic, pugnacious, ignorant, overbearing, and I am such a snob for thinking 'thank god we escaped from this, obviously we take after Dad's side of the family" because S is the sort of person who ends up on A Current Affair spitting the dummy about bloody Optus who didn't send him his statements so he cancelled his contract and went to Telstra but he still had 18 months to go but Optus didn't send him a cancellation bill so he didn't think he had to pay them (even though he LEFT BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T SEND HIS BILLS OUT) so they defaulted him... seriously what's wrong with that statement?)
Okay. I think I feel marginally better now.