Fed Up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's right, I am fed up with my entire family. Ever since March of this year, they have kept the news that my Great Aunt Win was no longer living in her home, but instead residing in a care facility from both my Grandmother (her sister-in-law) and myself.

Gram and I didn't find out until we were notified of her passing 1 week ago tomorrow. To say I was shocked was a mild understatement. I pretended as though I had known, just to keep my short-fused temper in check, but believe me, I'm hurt by this and I know Gram is too.

At this point, I am lumping my Mother in with the bunch that kept it from us. I have e-mailed her (she's in a different part of the country for the summer), to ask if she was aware and so far she is avoiding answering the question (which says to me until she says otherwise, she knew as well).

When confronted about it on the trip home from the service, My Uncle said "I thought you guys knew." No apologies, just that statement. It feels like Gram and I are no longer part of the family (and yet Gram is the matriarch of our clan).

This was just the latest in a series of events that have made it clear to me that once my responsibilities to Gram are complete, I want to get out of here and as far away from this family as possible (if I could change my name I would). Even at family functions, Gram and I are not included in the conversation. Instead it centers on the stock market (my cousin is training to work in that field). Gram and I are just wallpaper as far as that side of the family is concerned. It has been like that since the passing almost one year ago of my cousin's Mother-in-law.

That's fine though, because after the incident on Wednesday, where Gram got car sick, because my stubborn Uncle thought he knew a better way than I did to get to My Great Aunt's funeral, I saw our Doctor yesterday (Gram and I both have the same GP). While the reason for my seeing him was routine, the discussion was anything but. When I told him what happened, his response was to take a strip off me up one side and down the other, which I still feel I deserved for not being a better caregiver for Gram on the Wednesday.

Our Doctor has also laid the law down. For any future family function, if Gram and I go we must use Handy-Dart. If Handy-Dart can't get us to the location, then we don't go, and the next family function happens to be in an area that Handy-Dart doesn't go, so we can't go.

Our Doctor also hit the roof when he found out that the family had kept us from knowing about Aunt Win's current living arrangements. I wonder how big of an extra hole in back side he would have ripped, had he known we had kept Gram from knowing one of her Great-granddaughters had tried to commit suicide (another post entirely).

More to come rest assured, but right now, I'm too PO'd to write much more.