I take the "ILY" out of family Pt 1.

One thing we can agree on is that relationships and family mix like oil and water. This latest narrative is roaming the realms of that very saying. I made it out alive and I swear I'm unscathed, but something deep down to the core is bothering me. Why can I not ever make it in a family setting? I guess the latestest POV will give you a bit more insight into what I mean.

Now lets rewind to the past for a second, where I started talking about comfort zones and family...etcetera. So keep that Idea going for a few months. The latest incident took flight with Daniel who is now my fiancé (later posts congratulations to me yada, yada). Now keep thinking back to the post on comfort zones where I talked about how introverted I am, and his family comes on strong and I cannot handle it. If it's not in there, then there you go. Now lets move a bit forward into the future.

The latest incident started off with my dog’s balls (not sure if I ever mentioned Kato). Now the balls themselves were not the initial issue. The issue started over miscommunication. Picture that this dog loses his balls, comes home and you're having a disscussion about having the puppy stay over a few days because his usual house was unavailable for a few hours. Naturally fiancé says yes, but only after he brings it up to his mother and sister. This is where the story really starts to take a turn. His sister comes home and confronts fiancé. I dash to the closet like I normally do, and I shove my head between the clothes as I pretend not to eavesdrop. At first, things were going well up until I realized that poor little kato was passed out on the floor nearly right infront of her eyes.

The panic didn't kick in until she promted to ask if the dog was occupying the residence. To which the fiancé freaks out and says no. As I fall out of the closet, next thing you know I'm being interrogated by my closet activites unto which I plead the fifth. Everything except me is fine in the closet. I knew that was not the pretense of her question, but I just wanted to get away. Now here is where it gets tricky, the original house is unavailable, but Kato cannot stay with fiancé, of course neither of us stopped the second thing from happening. So he swoops me up and kisses me and we head off to the gym. My instincs were not feeling too good, and I kept feeling like something bad was gonna happen by leaving kato, I tried to shake the feeling.

I guess it should have hit me when the fiancé is driving and trying to text like a madman. I kept trying to pry, but he kept reassuring me that everything was fine. So once again I brushed it off, up until we got there parked and spent a million hours in the car while he continues to type like a madman. Keep in mind that we had a guest in the backseat who was joining. I'm sitting there frustrated and I finally found myself snatching his phone only to find out that his family found out about Kato. Now we have one confused guest while the lover and I are panicking our asses off.

Fiancé decides to drop the idea entirely and still go into the gym. I tell his sister to just drop off the dog and that it would be fine. Unfortunately that was not the case. It was a screaming match and threats were being thrown about my animals being tied up on my front porch. We get into the car and we smash back to his place only to find out they finally carried out the bullshit deed, and all I could do is panic and cry as I raced around the neighborhood having a stage 5 meltdown (DEFCON 1). The anxiety kicked in worse when I finally stopped the car. I screamed at everything as my breakdown continued to rage on. 

Fiancé and Roiland had a hell of a time calming me down, but I finally pulled myself together. I drove back to the house. This time I had a mood shift, and I was feeling VERY angry. Who would displace my poor dog, who just got home from having his balls cut off. I was pretty heated at his sister. Combine problems from a having a stage 5 panic attack and you throw a mood shift in that. You definitely do not know who you are, and all you want to do is punch something. It took a lot for me to not get out of the car and freak out on her, and I had to pray for me to not do so. I rocked and I yelled, my fiancé and guest had to hold me back.

Things really took a shift when fiancé decided to get out of the car, and go talk to his evil witch of a sister. I was pretty hot, but I became pretty level headed. I told him he had to decide between his sister and me. Not in that sense, it was more of a, "Either you're gonna stay and talk or we are gonna go and rescue the animals." He stayed and that left me racing to the house to make sure everything was going to be okay. Once I pull up on the scene, I see my guinea pigs in front of the car and I see my poor whacked out dog tied to the pole. Roiland and I rush out of the car and quickly collect the pets and get them in the house while I'm on the phone arguing with his sister and up the stairs we went to let them rest. We leave the house and we rush back to my fiancé.

He had found himself tied up into something that got the police involved and all I could do is wait in the darkness of the car, and get my thoughts together. I definitely had to get them together, especially when I seen the love of my life in handcuffs being loaded into the back seat of a police SUV. 

TO BE CONTINUED.....