Because if there are, my grandmother, uncle, and aunt just earned them.
Here's the update: Dad was in the ER last weekend thanks to his thumb being infected. By today, he'd worked up to a red line up to his shoulder. They did surgery to clean the wound and he's in the hospital till tomorrow at least...and then IV antibiotics for A MONTH.
I am so mad right now I can barely type. They should be glad I'm a thousand miles away (and unhappy that my mother isn't.) This is how they treat my family, this is the way they've always treated my family. But this is depraved and vile and cruel. I can stand being treated like a carpet and I can live with being shunted off to one side, but when it could mean my father possibly losing a finger because of their willfully stupid ignorance, I draw a line.
This is their fault, ENTIRELY. If Auntie hadn't demanded someone help her with her inventory, if Grandma hadn't bent to Auntie's wishes, if Uncle hadn't bent to his mother's and sister's, we wouldn't be in this mess.
You, my darling extended family, have treated us like crap all these years. You make my father a slave in your fricking cursed lumberyard, you chain him with a paycheck that wouldn't feed a moose let alone five people, you bind him with obligations to you because you're family. You drag my mother into it, who thus far has been the only one to keep him actually functioning all these years, who was the only person who watched him bang his head on the wall in his sleep from lack of oxygen and decided it was DAMN well time something were done about it, instead of laughing it off.
You were the ones who ordered him to work 50 fucking hours a week in the summers. You were the ones who showed no pity when he was hurt or sick and couldn't work. You were the ones who never, ever, gave any one of us a chance because we were just Denis' kids, we didn't count for shit with you.
Grandma, none of us ever did, did we? Locationwise, we were the closest grandchildren you had and yet you never even gave a damn. We pulled weeds from your garden and we visited you when you were lonely and we mowed your lawn and scrubbed your bloody garden shed and cleaned out your camper and did a hundred other little chores for you. Did we ever get anything but Christmas and birthday presents and food?
And Sue and Evan, you rats, did you ever stop to think that we might not have enough to eat while you were dining down on fast food? While you were stealing money from the company? While we were wearing hand me downs and thrift store clothes because we couldn't afford what you could? Did you ever think that maybe we might want something more beyond used clothing and donated food? DID YOU?
This is why I'm where I am, because these stupid, ignorant people treated me and my parents and my sisters like garbage. I have always worn hand-me-downs and I have always had to be comfortable with donated food because sometimes that was all we had, and it was good at the time. But I want more for me and mine. I want to be able to go to the store and buy what I want without worrying about whether I'll be able to pay the rent this month. I don't want to count pennies and wonder if I have enough. I want to be able to go out to eat and not have to order something because I can afford it.
And my family will never visit you, not ever. My children will never visit their great-grandmother, nor their great-aunt, nor their great-uncle. I won't ever bring my children over to visit because you make me sick to my stomach and I can barely stand you. I don't want your snakelike influence over my family, I don't want your evil spreading to another generation.
You are permanently uninvited from every party for me for the rest of time. I have the brains, the youth, and the education to get away from you before it harms me for good. It's just too bad Dad doesn't have enough willpower to leave you all behind.
I don't care if you're family. I certainly didn't ask for you. And when I leave this country for another and don't call you for years on end, you will know why.
Ta,
Bec
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