One of these days...

I have lots of cousins. 14. Then some of those cousins have kids. 6. My two oldest cousins are Michael and Chris. They are 5 months apart. Michael is a great friend of mine. I was in his wedding last year. Let's talk for a minute about the other one.

Chris.

Chris is grade A, prime cut, a**hole. I hate him. Now, I know you're not supposed to hate family members. You are supposed to love them unconditionally. I don't love him. If he were to die today, I would not go to his funeral unless dragged by force. Actually, I would probably go and rejoice that such a worthless piece of carbon based life form was gone from the earth.

For some reason unknown to most of the people in my family, Chris hates me. He doesn't talk to me. His father Denny is the same way only not as bad. On Saturday we were at a birthday party for Sammi and Caralin (goddaughter/cousins) and I was seated between Chris and Denny, his father. They started talking about baseball. Specifically how much they wanted to go to Milwaukee on Saturday.

Now, those of you who know me, know that I love baseball. I follow the Twins zealously. My family knows this as well. I know more about baseball and the Twins than they do.(by they I mean Chirs and Denny, not the Twins) And in fact, I am traveling to Milwaukee on Saturday to see the game. During a pause in their conversation I said friendly-like "I am going to Milwaukee on Saturday for the game." They completely ignored me. Completely. I wanted to cry. I don't understand it. I don't know why they treat me like this. It hurts though. I'm not a person who is easily offended, and I rarely cry. But this man hurts me on a regular basis, and he's family so I can't escape it.

One of these days I am not going to be able to just walk away. One of these days I am going to go apeshit on his ass.