These words are here to stay. I’m not hiding anything.

I’m not deleting my thoughts. These are my experiences, and this is my platform to share my thoughts.

I had a boss lady before named Ch– who scolded me before for having “thoughts.” It’s as though I’m not allowed to think. Not allowed to say things on my mind.

But here we go again. I bought a home last year. I allowed my older sibling to live with me. And she decides it is a good idea to pay only $500 rent — and she insists on giving cheques and I’m not allowed to cash them until days after the 1st of the month. $500!!! In this city, in this province in Canada where we live, that amount is an insult.

I’m not one to make a fuss, but my older sibling treats this place like she owns it and orders me to do things and COMPLAINS often that there isn’t enough space and why my storage room is being hogged for my own work office. Or why there isn’t enough space in the fridge. Well, again, my older sibling is paying only $500.

An Uber driver recently told me that I should indeed let my sibling stay and “take care of” this sibling. At least the Uber driver spoke to me like a man. My boss lady Ch– scolded me like I’m a monster for sharing my experience of this nightmare situation. It’s as though my boss lady condones my sibling’s actions and behaviour.

No, I’m not going to look for a lawyer as an acquaintance once suggested. (This acquaintance had seen these posts on this website.) I mean, we are all on this earth for a limited amount of time. After I pass away — and if I am the first to go — then good luck to my older sibling after that.

I have a boss named James who says we are friends. No, not true. Even though James knows about my situation, he has informed me he doesn’t want to get involved. In my mind, that’s not a friend. So let’s not talk about being my friend if my situation is not important enough for one to get involved in.

I had a former boss named Kiran who would ask me what was going on in my life. If I said anything about issues I was facing, he turned it around and said I was saying these things to get attention. Excuse me? If you’re going to be saying that, then why are you asking me for?

And unfortunately there are so many negative people around. I recall this guy named Lou. Arrogant prick. Lou’s a talkative fellow who talks about sports. Yet when it was a known fact that I had written several sports books, the guy never once congratulated me or asked me about them. There was one particular incident when he was smoking on the street and I came up to him and said hello. He couldn’t bother to strike up a conversation with me. Yet when another mutual acquaintance showed up, he was chatting it up with him. So shortly after, when Lou came to my workplace to visit (he knew others in the workplace), I did not acknowledge him. He tapped my shoulder to ask why I was so quiet. Yeah. Sure.

Anyway, I guess if family treats you like that, it’s not surprising that others like Lou do too.

But this week I’m back in the doghouse. On Sunday, my older sibling — again the one who pays $500 to live with me — started giving attitude and throwing things out of the fridge — loudly and rudely — saying that there was no space in the fridge, I interjected and said that it was poor attitude so maybe I should not cater to her anymore for her constant food orders. (My sibling has a habit of asking me to order for food delivery using my DoorDash app but not paying me upfront, and if I don’t, my sibling throws a fit.)

Since that day, my sibling has decided that I’m a non-person. No more speaking to me. I’m back to being invisible. So, if I were to discuss this, my boss Ch– would scold me and say stop thinking. And in fact, my boss Ch– would very likely say that my older sibling did nothing wrong.

I give up. There are many Lous and Kirans and Jameses and Ch–s in the world. Nobody gives a damn what I think or say. So be it. Goodbye world.