People fucking suck, especially when they talk bullshit about you. Anyway here’s what’s happened.
My mother died almost a month ago. It was very sudden, she was only 51. She had no husband as my father and her got divorced many years ago. There are three children, me (31), my brother the Big C (25), and my half-sister who’s only 16. My brother and I are well out of the house and can deal with the death, or as well as we can. My sister lived with mom and my mother’s sister who we’ll call M. Then there are three other brothers and sisters of my mom’s. The brother, B, and one sister, V, and my grandmother all came out when mom died. That’s when all of this began.
My mother had a brain aneurism; she went to the hospital, then transported to a bigger, better hospital. To the best of my knowledge she was most likely dead when she got to the first hospital. We kept her on life support so that my brother, and the rest of the family, all of whom live far away, could come to see her.
That first night I had to do all of the paperwork for organ donations. That’s what my mother wanted so it wasn’t a problem. She saved a number of people so that’s good.
Anyway, the next couple of days were pretty hard on me since I had to pick up family, make the funeral arrangements, all the fun stuff. My sister told me that she wanted some sort of funeral, my mother’s family was really against it for some reason, but my sister wanted the friends to be able to come and see her so I had a viewing. I think this really pissed off the rest of the family, but I know that my sister is much better off for it so everyone else can piss off about that.
The same day my sister’s father, who we’ll just call Dickhead, wanted to take her out for lunch. Dickhead’s father and mother, plus my mother’s family all went as well. I didn’t have a problem with it because Dickhead never sees her very often. I don’t know Dick very well since my mother kicked him out after my sister was born because he drank and abused my mother. I hadn’t seen the guy in 13+ years.
So half an hour after my sister goes to lunch I get a phone call from my sister’s best friend, who had also gone, saying my sister was crying and wanted to leave. Since I’m trying to keep my sister from going totally crazy I went to see what was up. It seems that Dick was trying to tell her that she had to come home with him and it was really upsetting her. When I got there I talked to my sister, and tried to get her to go back to the table. When I went to talk to the rest of the people at the table, Dickhead got mad and left, Dickhead Sr. threatened to “Lay me out” more then once. Now this little pecker couldn’t have been that strong, and I ignored him. Dickhead Bitch told me I was being rude and ruining lunch, for what I still don’t know because I was trying to keep my sister at the table. After some real bitching and threats, we decided to leave the table, and let my sister eat lunch.
I, Iris, and my brother waited out in the lobby in case my sister got upset again. Lunch got over, and when everyone left not even my grandmother would talk to me. And to top it off Dickhead Bitch told my sister “Not only have you lost your mother, but your father as well.” Now what kind of fucking cunt would say such a thing? I know for a fucking fact that I didn’t say a word, I only wanted to try and help my sister. So you know what, my sister never had a father anyway, and there’s no way in hell that Dickhead is going to be one anyway, especially with Dickhead Sr and Bitch as grandparents.
For the next few days no one would really speak to me until the day before my Grandmother and V left. During this time I had to go to the courthouse and begin preparing my mother’s estate because there is no will. During this time I also have to help my sister figure out where she will be living.
Fast forward to last weekend. I went out to California where the rest of the family lives. I wanted to try and talk to B about my sister living there, and just take a bit of a vacation since I didn’t get one because of the death. B told me that he wasn’t taking my sister because she didn’t want to leave the house. Even though we talked for a few hours, we only talked for about a minute about my sister as if he doesn’t want to take her now. So I think, it will not be easy but she can live my M in the house until she graduates from high school. Until that is yesterday when I find out that M is leaving in August. So how about if someone fucking tells me? Or maybe tell my fucking sister. So basically my sister has no place to go. I cannot take her because I do not have the room. I refuse to let Dickhead even think about it.
To top it all off, because I now handle everything of my mother’s, it seems that the family thinks that I am selling the house and keeping all of the money. Where the fuck did this idea ever come from? Oh wait I know, you know nothing about me, and because you’ve always seen my father as wanting nothing but money I have to be that way. Well guess what, you don’t know either my father or me that well so stuff it.
So now I’m left with only two choices for my sister, one is for her to live with my Uncle B, which he has said she’s not doing. The only other choice then is for my sister to live with my father, who has no relation to her at all!
So, motherfuckers, since no one seems to want to talk to me here’s what I hope will happen. I hope that my sister does go to live with my father, he may not be her real father, or any blood at all, but he will be there for her unlike everyone else. And, I am taking the house, if M doesn’t leave, and keeping the money. Guess why assholes, because I don’t want my sister to have a ton of money at the age of 16, guess what she’ll do with it, what any 16 year old would do, spend it. Then how the fuck is she supposed to go to college? So when she gets to the age to go to college, she can tell me and I’ll fucking pay for it! Then, when she gets the fuck out of college she’ll also have a nest egg because there will be money left over. Plus, if by some strange chance Dickhead does happen to take my sister, he’s not getting a cent, I know how people are and then my sister will be out of fucking money.
So, to my sister’s father, you’re a fucking prick, I can’t stand you one bit, you treated my mother like shit, took money from her and never gave a cent for the raising of my sister. Dickhead Sr, don’t ever fucking threaten me again. I was trying to be civil but you were a cock at lunch so piss off.
To the rest of my family on my mother’s side, I didn’t say a fucking word about keeping any money. Try fucking talking to me before you try and guess what the hell I’m thinking, it usually works out. I have no intentions of keeping money that I know will help my sister. Yesterday you had my ex-uncle send me an e-mail about my behavior. I haven’t seen this guy in 20 years except once a couple of months ago. He knows even less so write your own damn e-mails. Plus get him off the fucking drugs and teach him how to construct at least a somewhat normal sentence. It took me 15 minutes to understand what the hell you were trying to say, and even then I hope I got it right.
Why the fuck do people have to be so damn dumb?