I hate drama! (I don't mean the performance art)

Every since I have been unemployed there's been a lot of stuff going on--a lot of negativity.To make a very long and grueling story short, money is the root to all of the crappy shit that's going on. My folks are in a financial rut, and my uncles and aunts have been coming to my mom and grandma trying to get money out of them like they don't have financial problems themselves. Mom is putting her foot down saying that she has helped them more than enough and if they haven't fixed their problems by now then it's just too bad for them. And rightly so; they continue to abuse the money they earn. Of course they feel wronged, saying pretty much that she's being a selfish bitch. Grandma has been getting really upset and crying over this because she feels very disappointed with them. I hate to see my grandma cry; apart of her feels that it's her fault. I keep telling her that she has done the best she could growing them up and they just happened to stray. It is they who make the choices. Unfortunately, they let stupidity clout their judgement (yes I know I put an "e" there, but I can't help!). So that's been happening non stop.

Today, I went to orientation so that I could be hired to be a part time caregiver to my grandmother while my mom becomes  a part time caregiver to a family friend since his caregiver is incompetent. I go through orientation to find out that my mom will not be hired because she's the guy's payee. Though he's been a family friend for ages (about 20 years) and she's been doing the stuff for him that the caregiver is supposed to be doing (quite frankly she should be fired because she is putting his health at risk) they still won't let her do it supposedly to protect her. Really they are trying to protect their asses. Anyways it ruined my morning.

My dad decided to send me a long ass e-mail saying that it was a long time since we communicated with each other. The last time we seemed distant, and he started to procrastinate because he was afraid that he wasn't living up to my expectations of what a father is. WHAT EXPECTATIONS?!?! He has not been in my life for seventeen years. I don't know what a father is. How can I have expectations for him if I don't really know what the role of father entails. He should know already since he has five other kids. Oh, and then at the tail end of the e-mail he decides to tell me my grandpa has been in the hospital for more than a week and he was about to get out. WHY IN THE HELL DID HE NOT TELL ME THAT MY GRANDFATHER HAD CONGESTIVE HEART FAILURE WHEN HE WAS FIRST ADMITTED TO THE HOSPITAL. He could have died and I wouldn't have even known about it until 10 days later or maybe even later than that. We've talked since, but he hasn't replied to my last e-mail. Really it's up to him if he wants to be a father to me now. I've given him the opportunity to be in my life. It's up to him if he wants to take the chance.