I feel as if my heart has been replaced with a lava well stocked full of non-lava-meltable, arsenic-tipped punji sticks.
I want a mace.
I want to hurt people.
I never want to hurt people. BUT CHRIST ALL MIGHTY seriously, SERIOUSLY? I have some shit relatives. Some devil inside sonsabitches.
Backstory: my uncle died last night of a heart attack. He was a good man.
My dad is a mild wreck and will barely hold a phone conversation with me. My mom is holding him together, but also trying to take care of my brother's sick infant. Meanwhile, my Aunt --- we will call her my Aunt le Asshole --- who was married to my uncle, calls up my dad to inform him that she FORBIDS certain people from coming to the funeral. Forbids. REALLY? REALLY? You, the one who married into the family - who USED TO KILL DOGS BY SOAKING BONES IN RADIATOR FLUID AND LEAVING THEM IN THE YARD - are holy and high up enough to forbid my uncle's own sister from going to the funeral. Why? Because of a feud between trailers from YEARS ago. Years. Then, my daddy, trying to force peace tells Aunt le Asshole if she is forbidding my aunt from attending, he wouldn't go either. And she basically said FINE.
And shit is just all over the place.
Aunt le Asshole is holding back information on when the funeral is and where.
I am now in the process of mapping out all of the funeral homes near their home in the middle of nowhere Indiana...if I have to call every damn funeral home in that county, I will, but it ain't gonna be pretty when I get there.
Stupid. Lots of stupid random other. FEH. FEH ON HER.
Feh on people and their grudges.
I lied. I don't want to hurt her. She is apparently already a festering sore of puss and hate already.
I want absolutely nothing to ever do with her again. GD effin' beast.
Today sucks.
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But first I must hug you. Because losses deserve warm, friendly hugs.
*HUGS*
Death. Oi. I got nothing in me left to say about it today.
Second and only slightly less important, I send you hugs.
Third, that's some dirty fucking pool on your aunt's part. Her punishment is being her. Sadly, everyone's punishment is her being her, and you, your dad and the rest of your family don't deserve that. I hope you find the right funeral home. If you want someone to dial phone numbers for you, I'd be glad to help out. People at funeral homes are usually pretty easy to talk to, and err on the side of being inclusive.
I am just trying not to turn into an asshole over this. Angry sure, but I don't want to turn into her - an awful, unkind woman. Ugh. I am just so flustered.
* hug *
It's also -- eerily fucking the same to when my uncle died. Of a heart attack. In 2005. And his evil wife who'd been outright abusive toward him for years shut the rest of the family out -- but not from the funeral, at least. From anything to do with his will, papers, the fact that they'd been estranged on everything but paper and she wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of her picking his corpse clean.
I'm just so fucking sorry, and good on you for the legwork you're doing.
First, thank you so much for your surprise letter. It cheered me up a lot. (Have been feeling glum.)
Secondly, I'm so sorry about all this. That's the hardest thing about family--you don't get to choose it! But I send you lots of love and hope that you are able to get the info you need, because damn straight, you deserve to be at that funeral!