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Quote of the day:They say that love conquers all. Maybe, but *I* haven't lost faith in armored divisions with awesome firepower coupled with total air and naval superiority. (Maurizio Mariotti)

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Friday, April 25

Bitch, Abandonment, Etc.

Apparently my Grandfather on my mother's side died on Sunday night. Little sister, sweetpea, calls me Monday morning. A bit hysterical, I might add. Took a few minutes to even understand the words. Another 20 or so minutes to calm her down. Apparently she was told by my mother that we weren't allowed to go to the funeral. In fact, I STILL do not know how he died. Found out the Funeral home they used after searching the city I know they live in and luckily the only one in the area that updated their Obits was the right one. Unfortunately I found out to late to do any good. Left my name and number and asked the secretary lady to give it to my Grandmother or one of my Uncles. I still haven't heard from anyone. As they all changed their numbers that I did have or are still unlisted, I can't contact anyone. My only brother (different father) did manage to tell me that the funeral was Wednesday, (already knew) and apparently he was forbidden to tell us anything. He he, she's such a stupid bitch. I hate her. My grandfather would be very upset to know we weren't allowed and weren't there. My theory is one of two things. Either the bitch lied (again; nothing unusual there) and told her family that we didn't want to be there or some such nonsense, or the bitch lied and just told little sister something she shouldn't have. I am not surprised she would do either as we were abandoned by her long ago; when I was about 10 or 11. For whatever reason, my sisters still held hope she would never do such a thing, even though that's been her habit. {shakes head} Abandoned, yet again. Haven't heard from littlest yet, as she is with her new son in NICU in CO. She's never been the most stable person and little sister did tell her she wasn't allowed. I wish she hadn't done that, it wasn't necessary as she'd never have been able to go anyway. Oldest was pretty pissed. I did explain to both that other than our mother, her family would never do such a thing. BUT, as I have heard from no one, I think I may have lied to them. As I have never really failed before, when I am supposed to fix things, I am extremely pissed. That stupid bitch is the only person to have gotten away with harming my family. I beat the shit out of several others for doing lesser things. Last time I saw her she had younger children and I didn't want to traumatize them. That and she considered atleast one of them her child because of who his father was. Of course, she's still lucky I couldn't get family services to her apartment fast enough or she would have lost those 2. I mean, starving your children; bottom level covered in dry dog shit; daughter not allowed a bath to be clean; filthy clothes; son had infection on his toe; not allowed to use a hairbrush because it was in the downstairs bathroom. Stupid bitch is lucky to be alive. Even if they were the only children she actually pretended to care about, they are still my family. As you can see, I failed there but there wasn't much I could do. I do believe the full story is told in the archive somewhere.


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