POS

1. I gave u nothing? $140 for ur habit + $50 in drawers, in a month. pay for ur own shit
2. U have no job live with a woman who tolerates u 4 some reason & U talk shit about her
3. U want to dictate to me how I spend MY paycheck and bitch about how I expect u to throw the trash, wash the dishes, cook? hmm when u dont pay any bills & the only reason I have dirty dishes is because Im NOT buying take out for 2 when Im the only paying for anything, lights, internet, rent, TP, paper towels, soaps, etc.. literally EVERYTHING i pay for, then yes, pull ur weight. WTF is wrong with u? you think a woman is going to gladly pay everything bc she works 8 hrs a day while u play video games ALL DAY and then she’s supposed to cook ur ass dinner too, and wash the dishes?? omg youre insane.
4. You are an overgrown child, not a man. I will NEVER take orders from the likes of u. You dont own me, slavery is outlawed u racist asshole! I will never stop being thankful I finally got u out of my house and my life.

Stay the hell away from me. Never come back. Keep looking for someone to mooch off you waste of life, space, oxygen, and time!!!

Just now realized

I just yesterday realized something. You are all in this time. And the reason is because you have nothing else. No friends, no family, nothing. Just him.
And youre not even in the club, just sleeping with someone who is. Youre done. All i get to do now is wait for the mugshot or the obituary.
You have broken my heart a thousand times worse since weve been apart than you ever did while together. You were a superstar. And now you are alone. Totally alone. As i feared you would be.
I pray for you every single day.

Shouting from a Megaphone

I know deep down to my marrow
Through the testimony of our Old World
That we are meant to be together.
I have crossed this lifetime
Anxiously awaiting your magnificent hands
To hold and for gravity to finally give way.
I have trekked through time and space
Over hills of parallel worlds
Just to reach you.
There has been an undeniable connection.
I know you can feel it too
Even when you drift away,
Even on your darkest departures.
Please come back.
We are fate dressed up as coincidence.
Can’t you feel it vibrating in your bones?
I’m here.
Waiting for you in our New World.
Kiss me today because we are running out of tomorrow’s.

Grief and betrayal

Mom I asked you to leave me alone so that I can grieve losing my father instead of reacting to your alternate reasons for why it wasn’t safe for me to grieve with you. I’ve never fully grieve losing him I’ve been so distracted with all of the useless drama on how to grieve by my sister by my brothers wife by you. I said my goodbyes to my dad while he was still lucid and it meant something to me and him. While he could still form sentences even if he didn’t always get the details correct. I told him I try not to fall apart and that losing him would really break me. I remembered everything the hospice nurse told me. I made sure that his head and his airway was always clear knowing he got to a point where he couldn’t swallow when he got his meds. Am I idiot sister just believes that she can show up and take over and if she doesn’t want to have to deal with me she is going to go to our mother like we are kids and suddenly I have to deal with her aligning herself with you and you to gang up on me. Him opening his eye was his terminal agitation. What my sister had to get you and you guys had a roll them over after he was just moved and just had his meds and at that stage of his decomposition it was exhausting for him and then you had him at a 45° angle. The hospice nurse always said that he would sound gurgly after his meds just let him get through it because that is liquid. So I invite you to take a sip of some thing and then just lay out a 45° angle and not swallow and see how hard it is. I couldn’t take care of my dad you guys were so busy telling me I had to gree where I was supposed to stand where I was supposed to say. Then I was supposed to say in the corner and not say anything . Then I was in the corner and I was not supposed to say anything and I never signed up for that particularly as I was my father second to make decisions and his medical directive not my Simon says sister. But I had to leave and come back and defend myself not once not twice and my sister tried to shame me at my bad stuff but wondering what’s wrong with me like I won’t get any closer to him on his bed as though I wasn’t the closest to him and I saw him open his eye in the first place before she decided to run and grab you and act like she was the one that saw it. Situational awareness matters but after that no one was listening to me. And my father can’t Open his eye now. My sister was just trying to bark at everybody at where to stand and then she said what’s wrong with you I can I get in here is the moving at the foot of his bed wasn’t close enough as though she wasn’t putting on some perfunctory display. She’s a cunt I meant every word of it. I haven’t felt this helpless since I was nine. But the final straw was that my last digital memorial of my dad really my last gift to my dad of every photo I can fine after he threw out so many albums I had to scour everywhere for photos of him. I paid money to convert slides of him growing up then I spent hours cleaning up/spots on slides. And then I went through all of his music and I remember specific songs of us growing up but it’s specific meaning in a specific memory. You know I had spent the better part of nine months putting it together and when you thought that you didn’t wanna do anything and you were going back-and-forth with it it was exhausting for me to watch you go back-and-forth because I had to sit with those pictures I had to sit with all that music and it was emotionally exhausting. But I got it done I sent slaw songs and slides to start a specific time and then I even took all these last-minute additional requests in the last couple of days of His life when people that couldn’t be bothered to give me input now all of a sudden had something to say and yet I made all those adjustments. I put it on a loop that would run every two hours as sync the slides I previewed it for you you watched it and you said it was a gift of love that I put a lot of time in. But there was no excuse that you could hear For my leaving the room after the second time I had to defend myself because I wasn’t grieving exactly the way my sister wanted me to or whatever stupid show she was putting on there. Leave it to my sister to make grieving a competition with winners and losers. I got out of there I went home he passed while I was driving home and I didn’t feel safe to turn around and come home. And my sister is still trying to tell me that she agrees with my decision as though she gets a vote on the shit at all. I did so much ahead of time to prepare for this. All she had to do was to call the funeral home and pick out a prayer card everything else was done. And I didn’t feel safe driving back home the next day. My sister calls me again and tries to guilt trip me again to come home at that point I block her number. Call my mom to tell her I think the day after that I’m ready to come back and finish and my mom asked me to wait because she didn’t know where her sisters were going to stay. So I did in the morning of his funeral my best friend took me there to take care of me protect me from my family who made it impossible for me to be there and take care of my dad. And then right before we’re ready to leave no one is speaking to me at my brother or not my sister and my mom is showing me all the flowers she picked and I said everything is perfect. And my idiot sister-in-law is trying to tell my mom to wear pointy heels. But my mom has gained some weight being a caretaker to my dad. And she’s too heavy to wear pointy heels. So I tell my mom to wear the meal clogs that she feels comfortable and she’ll be on her feet all day and they still look fashionable with her dress. I bought my mom some new make up because she has generally doesn’t wear it and I showed her how to apply it now that she’s older to make her circles look less dark and she like the tips that I gave her. She wanted to look presentable. And as we’re getting ready to leave my best friend goes to pull our car around front and my mom tells me that I will be hearing different music with the slides I put together on my digital tribute. Earlier I had issues with production where the start and stop of music would drop down and drop back on as a pause it would lower volume and not but I fixed it. And my mom said. No you’ll see the same photos it’ll just be different music and I said what for my mother knows the whole point of this project was about music. In fact the only thing I want of my dad literally the only thing is one of his guitar is it’s one of the earliest memories that I have of him playing black bird from the Beatles on his guitar. I remember singing it to him and his final days. So why am I listening to different music. She said it’s because her daughter-in-law‘s father a man who spent an entire 20 hours with my father is in a musical orchestra and he’s a composer and he put some music together and they were going to put something together and I am mediately and grief stricken all over again. And I ask her why she said well this way he can participate too. Hell why why are we having alternate versions of my last gift to my dad? I knew I wasn’t going to be able to eulogize him but that was my gift to my dad why is somebody else putting AnAlternative version? They wouldn’t have photos had I not put them all together over the last nine months spent all that money cleaning up spots on photos. And why the fuck does he need to participate if he wants to participate and he is a father of a daughter-in-law they participate like every other extended family member they bring a fucking casserole. They don’t take over my digital memorial. And my mom says well we will play yours too. What does she mean too? If this was ever a joint production? Why are we having multiple versions of this? I know my mom she likes to punish me she likes to reject me she’s done it throughout her whole life if I don’t do what she wants I don’t follow her into a weird cult religion that my sister and brother married into multi generational practitioners families but both either left their marriage or is trying to get out of their marriage right now. My father never joined and he’s not here to tell my mom to stop when she takes it too far. Mom just doesn’t think her she doesn’t care.I am 40 something years old and when you want the whole family to come over my sister and her children have taken over all the bedrooms my mom actually thinks me 40 something-year-old is supposed to sleep on a fold out sofa that her dogs wee on. Versus her teenagers that are supposed to bunk up. And then she’s shocked that I leave early that weekend. I’ve tried to talk to you for a year after losing my dad I did manage to make it to the memorial but I blew off the repast I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to hear other music to my last gift so my dad. My best friend gets it my therapist gets it. But my mom is very adept at coming up with alternate reasons to continue villainizing me for no other reason then I don’t do exactly what she wants just like my sister does the same. And then my mom started coming up with alternate reasons for why I left couldn’t be in the room and my dad suffocated to death. But it was too hard for me and she just assume that all of her children wanted to be in there. Grief counselor gave for that reason and it blows my mind is that she Hass to hear it from someone else she can’t just hear it from me what my reasons are that she and my sister made it impossible for me to be there. And that my mother fully expected that just because my dad was dying that I was supposed to take it from them that I was supposed to take them villainizing me at his deathbed like that I lost my dad and it didn’t matter to them that I was hurting too I had to doI had to do exactly what they wanted to do never mind that it was from a place of ignorance and we were listening to the least informed person in the room my sister because she was in a mood and didn’t want to have to defer to me I was the one by his side when I saw him open his eyes but she decided she was gonna tell my mom that she saw him open it and starts panicking that she heard his breathing sound gurgling and changing it had change it sounded gurgly because he just had his meds and she wasn’t there when his meds were given to him but she doesn’t wanna deal with me so she just tells my mom that so she can take over and I am gob smacked. I left because of what you mom said and what she my sister did. It wasn’t safe for me to grieve with you. And that’s hard for you to hear so you keep trying to come up with other reasons. You say that you don’t want to deal with this until after we get through the memorial but the point is is that I’m still in pain still trying to grieve losing my dad and you guys are still putting me aside and marginalizing me so that you can deal with your grief and then I am dealing with me and my grief is some thing that secondary you’re not recognizing that I’m grieving to and that the way that you were treating me is making this worse and you don’t even recognize that you’re doing it you don’t even recognize what you did until I finally just asked you if your mother ever said to you that she felt sorry for you? After after your dad died? You were at your father‘s deathbed any of your sisters get in front of you and try to take over? No they didn’t. Did your mother tell you what you could and couldn’t say at your dad‘s deathbed? No. Did your mother try to alter your eulogy for your dad in anyway? No. And you can’t possibly know how I’m feeling because that happened to me and I lost my dad on top of it am I own mother marginalized me maligned against me punished me and then pretended that she wasn’t punishing me by offering an alternative version of music. And my dad wasn’t here to tell you that you took it too far. I tried talking to you for a year afterwards. But I just get angrier and angrier and I end up trying to strategize with my friends how I’m gonna deal with you when I have to call you. And I don’t deserve to feel this way I’m tired of being Charlie Brown and you holding the football and saying hike. Because it’s not just losing my dad that you’re like you’re like this you’ve done this to me my whole life. You find someway to reject to me all the time. I want one of my dad‘s guitars it’s the only thing is the only thing I ask for and you said you had to think about it. Your sadistic. My therapist doesn’t blink with much but when I told her you said that her mouth dropped. And she just wanted to know who is it keeping around me in the way of a support system because she knows that you were way too toxic. To take care of myself I said that I don’t think I can forgive this and I’ve tried but the truth is that she doesn’t deserve forgiveness. I tell you that I need a break from talking to you. So that I can grieve losing my dad and not keep replaying this useless drama with my family. Italia then I’ll call you when I’m ready and I was gonna block your phone number so that I could have some peace of mind. Six months later I see that you tried to call me. And I can tell you that I am immediately unhappy and I start crying for three days again reliving the whole event. I’m not ready to talk to you and you being sad that I’m not ready to talk to you was not my burden anymore. I always make you feel better when you burden me with how sorry you are. I want you to be sorry I want you to stop mistreating me but I don’t think when you’re 60 something years old that people change. I am at an age where I don’t care and I really have excepted that it just doesn’t matter what other people think I mean it really doesn’t matter it’s one thing to say that but it’s another thingIt’s one thing to feel it y know it. They called my best friend and told her how stressed out I was that you tried to call me and then if it were an emergency my aunts would be in touch with me. And then this evening he managed to get a text through to me because apparently blocking your phone number doesn’t block texts. You asked me if I am ready to say hello. I told you I would reach out to you when I was ready so yes it’s been seven months but yes I’m angry that you can’t just respect this line that I’ve laid down to keep myself safe. Simply text you back no mom I’m not ready. At least you’re not worried or whatever it is even if it’s not an answer that she wants I still like we asked and gave you an answer. I don’t know what to do mom because unlike your two other children I won’t be knocking on the grave asking anyone for a loan. Your weird religion teaches people not to focus on things of this world and just follow them and spread their gospel. But you still have to take care of your retirement you have to be a responsible person. My dad never joined your religion and he took very good care of you. My sister asking me what was wrong with me really pissed me off. I am not a codependent like she is. So when my dad is trying to sabotage his recovery by smoking she just kind of makes excuses for it where I intervene and I say no this is not allowedAnd it’s a simple as this he will be discharged from the rehab hospital he’s caught smoking it’s in the paperwork. And I am the second medical directive she does not get a vote on this. I hijacked all of the contacts on his Facebook list. Filled with colleagues and friends that he’s known over the years and family members and I write to them a feeling that I’m his oldest daughter and that we appreciate everybody visiting him in the hospital but he cannot under any circumstances have cigarettes no matter how much he bags in a matter what he says it’s nicotine attic bullshit it will get him discharged from the hospital and it will compromise his care he’s just had surgery he has sutures that are trying to heal and he needs to keep inflammation away cause any kind of inflammation is catastrophic for him right now as he’s recovering from surgery. She didn’t get that dad I did I had to deal with him trying to smuggle smokesHe’s lived up on pain meds and I’m trying to hear how his day went and he says how he had a friend from high school that he hasn’t talk to you in over 40 Years is going to come visit him. Somebody that wasn’t on my list of friends when I found out someone waiting family members are being hoodwinked by my dad to give him smokes. I told them why they couldn’t give him the smokes they were super apologetic I said no it’s OK I’m not chastising anybody I said I can tell you the story now why it’s so funny what I caught him doing the other day. And I know you were just trying to find someway to give him comfort. But he is on a cigarette patch in a smoke can really make his outcome very perilous right now and when you get that kind of news you want your vice but unfortunately his vices are not an option. And I was grateful that they were open and honest with me about it and if he does that again you guys can tell them that I read them the riot act and you can blame me. When I told my mom that a friend of his from high school I gotten touch and said he was going to visit her unfortunately I didn’t believe that he wouldn’t ask him to bring smokes too and my mom who has known my dad since high school says I know who his sister is! And so my Mom went looking for her on Facebook. And my mom found her and got in contact with her and yes she remembered my mom and she remembered my dad and yes she would relay to her brother to Not smuggle and smokes to my dad. And it was true my dad had asked him to bring him some smokes. My sister lecturing me less though I’m not close enough to the bed lecturing me that it’s a good idea for my dad to be sitting in the position he has after he’s just had his meds it’s just been turned over asking me what’s wrong with me is though there’s something wrong with me that I’m not advocating for him that we just kept moving his pillow around and maybe he’s pissed off that we keep moving him. She doesn’t get that dad I do. For it I was completely isolated when I lost my dad by my own family. And then all of a sudden my mom wants us to get together after it’s over with and when I refuse because it’s not safe she complains but we’re not a family then. And the whole time I’m thinking and this only occurred to you now that while I was grieving in that room that while I was doing my job to take care of my dad not what I put all that time into my last gift for my dad that when I let you guys do what you needed to grieve I did not stop you from grieving how you needed to grieve for him but you guys could stop ripping me apart? I simply tell my mom that I’m used to this. I’m used to her rejecting me in someway because I didn’t follow her in her religion. I can’t forgive this mom. No I’m not ready to talk to you. I will tell you that I have to wear reading glasses all the time now because my vision is gone so bad in my left eye that I can’t even watch I figure on TV with it which is crazy because I use that better than 2020 vision. And so now when I cry thinking about this cry when I see you trying to call me cry when you manage to text me anyway I know I have to clean my glasses I am that person now.I don’t know what to say to you I don’t know if I should just say I need you to divorce yourself or divorce me from your health insurance diversity from your state but my brother and sister figure it out but there’s a catch though and exchange for that they have to be the ones to take care of you when it’s time because I will not. And while I’m in that’s frame of Ryan’s mom no I don’t think you want to hear for me right now

Selfish assholes

I’m so fucking sick of how rude and disrespectful everyone in my life is to me. Seriously how did I get so lucky to be surrounded by so many people that shit on me over and over again and lack even the basic self-awareness necessary to realize they are doing so. Like, yeah of course it’s ok to just ignore me or never do what you say you’re going to. Who am I to deserve even the smallest measure of fucking human decency? Go ahead, just dump all your shit on me and then pretend I don’t even exist. Selfish, ungrateful fucking people need to grow the fuck up. I am so done with everything. Can’t wait for someone to need my help so I can tell them to fuck off.

Dear Stephen

I still miss you so much. Life isn’t the same without you around. At least you would never dream of running off with another woman, because you actually truly respected me. You had the deepest love for me. I could tell that you weren’t dodgy in any kind of way. I have yet to meet another man who I can trust. I’m not really even sure if it matters that much to me to even find love again after you’ve passed away. It’s never even entered my mind about finding love again. You were the icing on the cake. My family loved you to the moon and back. It’s always hugely important to me that my family get along well with whoever I end up dating. I saw a young lad today with absolutely amazing green emerald eyes. They were truly stunning. They twinkle. I wanted to clone them amazing green eyes. It’s only been two and a half years since you died. How could God be so selfish taking you from me this soon? I will always remember you as changing my life for the better. I love how you always serenaded me every morning at the dining table. It melted my heart. Truly.