I'm a firm believer that when it comes to family, blood doesn't matter. It's about the love. That's probably why I'm a juggalette. Four years ago I was adopted into a family; a family that accepted me for me. It all started when I met Delia.
We hit it off as friends right away! It was like fate threw us together for a purpose. Well, before long, her whole family had embraced me. Amelia and Aaron became my siblings and Elizabeth and Brian became my second parents.
We were family, point blank period.

Two weeks ago I moved here to San Antonio for a fresh start. It's been stressful because I made the decision to leave my daughter with family back in Lubbock until I got things better situated for her to be here. It's a safety net for her. I miss her terribly. These last few days I've been out and about applying for jobs and tomorrow I look into getting back into college. Today was extremely hot but I got my ass up to go downtown to job hunt for the day. Delia accompanied me.

We got finished early and we decided to go the the mall for a few hours. We had fun. We rarely get out of the house for leisure.

Delia told me she called Mom's(Elizabeth) phone to let her know where we were. Amelia answered her phone and received the message. She(Amelia) started accusing Me and Delia of bullshitting all day downtown before hanging up. We blew it off and decided that upon arriving home that we would have the discussion. We got home and Mom wasn't in a good mood(her cat of 14 years is about to pass) and we didn't want her to be in the middle of it. I confronted Amelia in a very calm manner about the job search, assuring her we had INDEED looked for work. She blew me off and only addressed Delia. I went to the back house where Delia and I reside. 10 minutes later Delia walks in, crying. This is my sister, so I ask her what's upset her.

Amelia said that because she had joined me going to the mall that she didn't give shit about Mom in her time of need and that the whole confrontation was her fault.
Remember, we hardly ever go out on leisure.
Delia continues crying, saying "So I'm a horribly person for spending QT with my sis?"
I'm able to calm her down and we decide to blow the situation off.

Delia leaves and returns 10 minutes later with new bedsheets. As we're making the bed she tells me that Amelia said that I needed to move in with my aunt, that I'm not a member of this family, and that I'm a stuck-up slutty bitch that needs to leave.
Mom told her "Shut your fucking mouth!"
Well, we blow it off again and I decide that I desperately need to do a few loads of laundry. I go to the front house(Amelia doesn't know that I'm aware of her talking shit about me) and quietly get laundry started. I talk to Mom for a few minutes and console her about her cat before returning to the back house.

Apparently, according to Delia, Amelia told her she didn't need to say shit to my face. I'm assuming that's why I wasn't confronted.

Delia goes back to the front house to fetch mop water and CAN YOU GUESS WHAT!! Amelia had MORE to say.
She apologized to Delia but her apology was not accepted. Delia won't accept it until I get one of my own.
"I'm not apologizing to HER(me)." Amelia stated. After restating the terms of the apology, Amelia said "Oh, well. At least I apologized."

All this has got me pissy. I'm like: Really? How am I a stuck-up slutty bitch?
I can't get too upset tho. I, and people who know me, know that I'm not any of those things.
It's whatever, I guess. But I can't forgive her.