Saturday, June 16, 2007

I'm so angry I could chew wood and spit nails

It turns out that I was right about the subject of my previous post. Diane (my biological Mother[unfortunately for me]) did know that my Great Aunt Win was in a care facility and for whatever unacceptable reason chose not to tell either Gram or myself. So we were the only ones who didn't know. Nicely done people. And now you know why, I hardly ever discuss my family other than Gram. Most of people are proud of their families, not me. I'm so pissed off right now I wish I had a couple of 2 x 4 pieces of wood to chew on, if for no other reason than to spit the nails at my so called family.

This makes me wonder if the situation were reversed and it was my late Grandfather, still living and my Grandmother who had passed, would the family be pulling the same stunts and worse being allowed to get away with them. Because as of right now, my Grandmother's attitude is one of "What I don't know won't hurt me." Hard to say if the family would still do it, but I suspect they would if they could.

I know I shouldn't let this bother me as much as I do, but it does for one good reason. Diane and Gary (my Uncle) both had exactly the same upbringing I did and yet I'm the only to remember what it all was.

At least now I know my decision is clear. Once my duties to Gram are done, and I have my share of her estate, *poof* I am out of this family, and as far away from them as possible. Until then, I know I must spend as little time with them as possible so as not to become contaminated by whatever illness has befallen them.