Family Ties
I'm mad as piss.
Well hello Live Journal world. So I wanted to go to sleep at a reasonable hour, and planned ahead to do so. Tomorrow I get up early (for me) to work selling apples at the St. Paul Farmer's Market. I'm pretty happy about that, but something has been keeping me awake. Something ANGERING.
Today was Scott's Grandma's funeral. She was a lovely cantankerous 88 year old woman, who I thought was pretty wonderful. We (Scott, me, Dan, Ollie, and Audrey) drove up to Moose Lake (featured in the movie "Rio") for the occasion, and everything was as fine as it could be for a funeral, until we got to the church and I noticed something in the program that was being handed out. Under the part where it talks about her family, it says that she has two children: Ken and Kerry, four grandchildren: Scott, Dan, Kirsten, and Kevin, and two great-grandchildren: Ollie and Audrey. At first, nothing is wrong and I was pleased to point out to Scott that they put "Ollie" instead of "Oliver" as that is his chosen name, and what Grandma Margie always loved to call him. It wasn't until a little later when I finally noticed the glaring omission. Lorrie and George. Yep. Apparently they don't matter at all in this family anymore. For those of you who don't know, when Scott's parents were married, they had two children but also adopted two other children with special needs. It was incredibly kind and loving for them to do such a thing. When they were divorced, Scott's dad got custody of the two natural-born kids: Scott and Dan, and his mom got custody of the adopted ones: Lorrie and George. Over time, Scott's Dad pretty much stopped being a dad to the ones he didn't get to keep. So long, see ya later, don't care anymore. Anyway, despite this, Grandma Margie's love for L+G only grew throughout the years that I've known and been a part of all these people's lives. She used to be less accepting of their disabilities, but over time, after the divorce, she changed a lot and always sent them birthday cards and was very happy whenever she saw them. I know that she considered them her grandchildren. They WERE and ARE her grandchildren. I wish I wasn't so mad about it, so mad that I can't sleep. If anything, I should be thinking about Marge with love and fond remembrance, instead of ruminating over a piece of paper. This is just the sort of injustice that bugs the hell out of me for some reason. Scott didn't really have much of an opinion, as he's used to this sort of carelessness by his father. This is the way he has been for a long time now. Fuck that guy. I've wanted so badly to tell him how I feel, but I'm not bold and nasty enough for the appropriate words to say. I know one thing, he's not invited to Audrey's birthday. It's the passive-aggressive route and a little spiteful I guess but you know what? Lorrie and George didn't make his list, He doesn't make mine.
Goodnight.
Well hello Live Journal world. So I wanted to go to sleep at a reasonable hour, and planned ahead to do so. Tomorrow I get up early (for me) to work selling apples at the St. Paul Farmer's Market. I'm pretty happy about that, but something has been keeping me awake. Something ANGERING.
Today was Scott's Grandma's funeral. She was a lovely cantankerous 88 year old woman, who I thought was pretty wonderful. We (Scott, me, Dan, Ollie, and Audrey) drove up to Moose Lake (featured in the movie "Rio") for the occasion, and everything was as fine as it could be for a funeral, until we got to the church and I noticed something in the program that was being handed out. Under the part where it talks about her family, it says that she has two children: Ken and Kerry, four grandchildren: Scott, Dan, Kirsten, and Kevin, and two great-grandchildren: Ollie and Audrey. At first, nothing is wrong and I was pleased to point out to Scott that they put "Ollie" instead of "Oliver" as that is his chosen name, and what Grandma Margie always loved to call him. It wasn't until a little later when I finally noticed the glaring omission. Lorrie and George. Yep. Apparently they don't matter at all in this family anymore. For those of you who don't know, when Scott's parents were married, they had two children but also adopted two other children with special needs. It was incredibly kind and loving for them to do such a thing. When they were divorced, Scott's dad got custody of the two natural-born kids: Scott and Dan, and his mom got custody of the adopted ones: Lorrie and George. Over time, Scott's Dad pretty much stopped being a dad to the ones he didn't get to keep. So long, see ya later, don't care anymore. Anyway, despite this, Grandma Margie's love for L+G only grew throughout the years that I've known and been a part of all these people's lives. She used to be less accepting of their disabilities, but over time, after the divorce, she changed a lot and always sent them birthday cards and was very happy whenever she saw them. I know that she considered them her grandchildren. They WERE and ARE her grandchildren. I wish I wasn't so mad about it, so mad that I can't sleep. If anything, I should be thinking about Marge with love and fond remembrance, instead of ruminating over a piece of paper. This is just the sort of injustice that bugs the hell out of me for some reason. Scott didn't really have much of an opinion, as he's used to this sort of carelessness by his father. This is the way he has been for a long time now. Fuck that guy. I've wanted so badly to tell him how I feel, but I'm not bold and nasty enough for the appropriate words to say. I know one thing, he's not invited to Audrey's birthday. It's the passive-aggressive route and a little spiteful I guess but you know what? Lorrie and George didn't make his list, He doesn't make mine.
Goodnight.