Auntie.
Dear Auntie,
First I hope you fight this cancer as you have fought your whole life. Second you new husband the one you love so much he's an absolute dick and I hate him. I wish him the pain of 1000 deaths. Auntie, you've changed so much since he's come into your life and I don't think they're all good changes. I know Uncle died young and you needed someone in your life. I was happy when I thought you had found someone. But the sweet loving Auntie that I've known my whole life. The least judgmental person I had in my life disappeared. The last time I spoke with you, you were short, angry and sounded bitter. Then Grandma died. Just days before your baby sister's birthday and before she was even out of her hospital room, you and your new husband were at her house claiming things. You took anything of value you could find and demanded the money that was left by grandma for all four of you. How do I know it was for all of you? I talked with her about it in August when I was there for my baby shower. That was the last time I saw you as well. Your own daughters could hardly speak to you. You spoke to no one and barely participated. I know your life with your first husband was never great and really believed in the philosophy of if I need it God will provide it. I know you worked your ass off providing for your girls and struggling to run the doughnut shop. You never complained at least to my knowledge. If anyone had anything bad to say about Uncle you turned a deaf ear. You loved him and he was your husband. You truly lived the marriage vows. I was just as heartbroken as you and your girls were when he died. I never knew him as the bad guy that Mom and Grandma said he was. He was a sweet jovial loving father and husband. The both of you welcomed me into your homes countless times and let me just stay and visit even if I was probably in the way and more of a burden than anything. I always knew if I needed to talk or advice I could call you. I could spill my guts and you would never be hateful or angry. You would point me in the right direction and let me go. I sound like I am describing a saint. I am not. I am describing you through my eyes. Auntie, you are the only person I know who lived as Jesus intended us to live. Loving your neighbor and doing good works in his name. I never felt a judgment from you including the day I told you I was Pagan. You just smiled and said as long as you believe in something honey. That's fine with me.
But now you've completely cut yourself off from your children, grandchildren, siblings, nieces and nephews. You let your husband stand in the yard and scream at my parents that they didn't love you and they've never came to see you since grandma died. You want to know why I never came to see you? Two weeks after Grandma's service, I gave birth eight weeks early. I almost died. I could have bled to death. I spent the next year making sure that my son, your great nephew, had everything he needed and was developmentally caught up with his age group. Oh I forgot to mention I lived in Arizona while you lived in Missouri. Did you call me? I know you knew. Mom called you while she was with me. You made it perfectly clear through your actions you cared only for money and nothing for us. I moved closer to home. No one including your own daughters knew how to get in touch with you. You or that man you call husband changed your numbers and you moved. I sent you pictures and letters. They came back. Unopened. I took that to mean you weren't interested.
So now your husband blames us for not visiting you? I think maybe y'all are remembering it wrong. I got the distinct impression that we were no longer wanted in your lives. I was there when Mom got a call from your youngest daughter who was in tears because you stood there right next to them in a checkout line and ignored your grandchildren who were calling to you and trying to talk to you. Who does that? What would she gain from lying to Mom about this? I believe her. She's always been soft-hearted and willing to forgive anything. SO last month when she saw you in Wal-Mart looking just short of death with no hair, she waited until that man was away from your side and approached you. You told you you had Stage 3 breast cancer and were undergoing chemo. Mom was here in MARYLAND where I now live. She rushed home as soon as she could and took Dad to visit you. That man you call your husband wouldn't even let them see you. He made you go in the house. How did it feel to be kept away from your baby sister? Did it feel like crap? Because it feels like crap on our end. He just stood out there and screamed at my parents and tried to get my Dad to hit him. He wanted my dad arrested for trying to make sure you were okay. This is what happens when anyone from your past tries to show you affection. How many people who knew Uncle and the girls are still in your life? Do you still go to church? Have you changed so much and lost your spine so much because you'd rather be with someone who treats you like dirt and keeps your family from you when you need them so much? Personally I'd rather be alone. I'd rather look the higher spirit in the face and say I kept my children and family close and lost that loser. You've made your children orphans. Have you even met your daughter's new husband? The one she's been looking for her whole life? The one you should be rejoicing for? What about your great grandchild? He's such a wonderful baby. You're missing out. We're missing you.
Love and Light.
Us.
First I hope you fight this cancer as you have fought your whole life. Second you new husband the one you love so much he's an absolute dick and I hate him. I wish him the pain of 1000 deaths. Auntie, you've changed so much since he's come into your life and I don't think they're all good changes. I know Uncle died young and you needed someone in your life. I was happy when I thought you had found someone. But the sweet loving Auntie that I've known my whole life. The least judgmental person I had in my life disappeared. The last time I spoke with you, you were short, angry and sounded bitter. Then Grandma died. Just days before your baby sister's birthday and before she was even out of her hospital room, you and your new husband were at her house claiming things. You took anything of value you could find and demanded the money that was left by grandma for all four of you. How do I know it was for all of you? I talked with her about it in August when I was there for my baby shower. That was the last time I saw you as well. Your own daughters could hardly speak to you. You spoke to no one and barely participated. I know your life with your first husband was never great and really believed in the philosophy of if I need it God will provide it. I know you worked your ass off providing for your girls and struggling to run the doughnut shop. You never complained at least to my knowledge. If anyone had anything bad to say about Uncle you turned a deaf ear. You loved him and he was your husband. You truly lived the marriage vows. I was just as heartbroken as you and your girls were when he died. I never knew him as the bad guy that Mom and Grandma said he was. He was a sweet jovial loving father and husband. The both of you welcomed me into your homes countless times and let me just stay and visit even if I was probably in the way and more of a burden than anything. I always knew if I needed to talk or advice I could call you. I could spill my guts and you would never be hateful or angry. You would point me in the right direction and let me go. I sound like I am describing a saint. I am not. I am describing you through my eyes. Auntie, you are the only person I know who lived as Jesus intended us to live. Loving your neighbor and doing good works in his name. I never felt a judgment from you including the day I told you I was Pagan. You just smiled and said as long as you believe in something honey. That's fine with me.
But now you've completely cut yourself off from your children, grandchildren, siblings, nieces and nephews. You let your husband stand in the yard and scream at my parents that they didn't love you and they've never came to see you since grandma died. You want to know why I never came to see you? Two weeks after Grandma's service, I gave birth eight weeks early. I almost died. I could have bled to death. I spent the next year making sure that my son, your great nephew, had everything he needed and was developmentally caught up with his age group. Oh I forgot to mention I lived in Arizona while you lived in Missouri. Did you call me? I know you knew. Mom called you while she was with me. You made it perfectly clear through your actions you cared only for money and nothing for us. I moved closer to home. No one including your own daughters knew how to get in touch with you. You or that man you call husband changed your numbers and you moved. I sent you pictures and letters. They came back. Unopened. I took that to mean you weren't interested.
So now your husband blames us for not visiting you? I think maybe y'all are remembering it wrong. I got the distinct impression that we were no longer wanted in your lives. I was there when Mom got a call from your youngest daughter who was in tears because you stood there right next to them in a checkout line and ignored your grandchildren who were calling to you and trying to talk to you. Who does that? What would she gain from lying to Mom about this? I believe her. She's always been soft-hearted and willing to forgive anything. SO last month when she saw you in Wal-Mart looking just short of death with no hair, she waited until that man was away from your side and approached you. You told you you had Stage 3 breast cancer and were undergoing chemo. Mom was here in MARYLAND where I now live. She rushed home as soon as she could and took Dad to visit you. That man you call your husband wouldn't even let them see you. He made you go in the house. How did it feel to be kept away from your baby sister? Did it feel like crap? Because it feels like crap on our end. He just stood out there and screamed at my parents and tried to get my Dad to hit him. He wanted my dad arrested for trying to make sure you were okay. This is what happens when anyone from your past tries to show you affection. How many people who knew Uncle and the girls are still in your life? Do you still go to church? Have you changed so much and lost your spine so much because you'd rather be with someone who treats you like dirt and keeps your family from you when you need them so much? Personally I'd rather be alone. I'd rather look the higher spirit in the face and say I kept my children and family close and lost that loser. You've made your children orphans. Have you even met your daughter's new husband? The one she's been looking for her whole life? The one you should be rejoicing for? What about your great grandchild? He's such a wonderful baby. You're missing out. We're missing you.
Love and Light.
Us.