You tell me if I am wrong for this…..I have this older sister…let’s call her The Mooch. The Mooch is the oldest out of all of us, and when you consider that I am forty years old you might be able to guessimate her age (I am in the middle). Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my sister to death, but the problem is that I don’t really like her. She has been a torn in my ass since childhood. The Mooch is a users. As a matter of fact she has made a career out of using men. She even used me, taking advantage of the fact that I was a home body, who never took stock in material things, thus never really spent any of the money I got from my little jobs. I use to constantly “loan” her money and would never get paid back. After awhile, with the help of my other sister, I learned that The Mooch was only taking advantage of me and would continue to do so if I didn’t put a stop to it. Of course it help once I was out on my own and had bills and shit to pay.
Still, even on my own my family as a whole, not just The Mooch, saw me as a walking, talking ATM machine. Why is it that people just assume that because you are unmarried and single, without kids, that you have excess money to burn? Or is that just my family?
Anyway, a couple of days ago The Mooch called and left a message on my machine asking to borrow four hundred dollars. Four hundred! She needs it for my niece, who is a little bitch, who is off at Texas Commerce. I love my niece, but trust me when I say she is a little self absorbed bitch. She comes by it honestly, trust me. Remind me to tell you the story of her forgetting who I was and trying to talk back to me. What is it with black girls and them trying to tell you that “even my daddy don’t hit me.”? I had to let her ass know that I wasn’t her daddy and that I would grab her by her hair, drag her out into the street and beat her little ass. Was that wrong? This was a few years back, remind me to share the story with you someday. Anyway, every since that day my relationship with this niece as never quite been the same. I guess it didn’t help that I told this to her in front of her little ex-drug dealing boyfriend.
Anyway, I ignore the message from a couple of days ago, because The Mooch knows that I don’t loan her money any more. Hell, I won’t even loan her twenty dollars, so good luck with four hundred. There was a point and time when she would try the scenic route of asking me for money. Yeap, she would go through our mom. Whatever. I had to put my mom on check for that crap too. I had to tell her that she can’t call and ask to borrow money for other people. Damn, my ass ain’t stupid.
So, today, there is yet another message on my answering machine, from the Mooch. She is sounding all pathetic and saying how badly she needs to borrow this four hundred dollars and how she will pay me back by the 28th and how she has tried everywhere else. Whatever. I am not in the market of taking care of grown ass people with grown ass kids. You better go to that bastard that you have been living with for over twenty something years. Hell, he is the father of my niece, let him be your go to person. How the hell do you not have at the very least, four hundred dollars in the back to begin with? Can I get you to learn to save money instead of buying your kids hundred dollar tennis shoes and all the name brand clothes and shit. That’s why their priorities are all fucked up as it is.
This post was inspired by the second message from my sister and a post I read today by Raw Dawg. He was talking about the word “depend” and what it means to be able to “depend” on someone or have someone to depend on you. I think I got that right.
So, am I wrong for not calling the Mooch back? Because I have no intention of calling her back. Hell, she never calls me unless she wants something. Hell, I was surprised when she sent me an email wishing me a happy birthday. I didn’t even know she had an email address. Now, trust me, four hundred dollars would not break me. Hell, I probably would not even miss it. But that is four hundred dollars I could use towards my mom’s upcoming birthday. Yeah, mom’s birthday is not until October, but the Mooch is not going to pay me back.
Oh, and here is another thing about the Mooch. When you do loan her money she wants you to go out of your way to get it to her. What ever. She needs to find another resource, because my oil supply as run dry.
LOL How said is it that if my baby sister needed the money for Manny that I would be out the door right now. I’d be mad at her for asking but she’d have the money in hand.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.