"Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people."
It's common enough. People die and surviving family cannot be decent. Little surprise that my remaining uncle, who thought it was ok to call me a c*nt, would now be playing games, 3 days after the deaths. "Whose getting the house now? Sunny?" "Why isn't Rollie's shit gone yet?" "Where's Ron's car title?" "I want Ron's wallet." "When is the money coming?" No gratitude for what his niece has and is doing. No thanks for the box I packed of Ron's things at 5 am Friday morning by myself thinking only of what would mean the most for Jim. No offer to help me manage the months of work yet to come. No attempt to mend bridges and perhaps hug his niece to mourn the brothers he lost and the uncle and father I lost.
True colors. When you see them on a person, don't hesitate to do what you have to. Even if that means walking away forever from family.
It's ok, buddy. I got my jab in by calling you "baby" brother in the obit and dad is laughing like a hyena wherever he is 💛
#dadthings #dadhat #loveyoudad #throatpunch #rageiseasierthanpain #POS