So today that card got sent, the one from the last post.  Mother hasn't asked me about it yet.  I saw the mail lady pick it up and deliver a large stack of mail, so I went out to retrieve it all.  And in it, was a wedding invitation from my cousin's daughter, who lives in another state.  Addressed only to my mother.  And not even my mother's name, but her maiden name, which she hasn't used since 1969.  The postmark was 8/12.  When we looked at the invite, RSVP was on 8/1.  Oops.  Someone forgot to invite my mother to the wedding.  I mean, they knew she wouldn't be able to come and even if she could, she wouldn't (though she'd blame it on me, like she used to for family reunions "Oh Shay won't take me!"  "We'll come get you!"  "No, no, that's okay," she sigh in her defeated voice.  "I don't think I should come if Shay doesn't want to go."--so then everyone thought it was my fault, when in reality, she just didn't want to go to whatever it was).  

So, you send an invite to MY house addressed only to my mother, knowing damn well we all live together?  Yeah.  So that shit went right in the garbage.  Because I am not someone you get to ignore like that.  I bet you a bunch of pennies (because my cousins are not worth more than that) that her mother told her to send it, just to show me how they all leave me out.  But then again, this girl may have done it for the same reasons, as she's the reason this all exists in the first place.  She's the one who found my original blog and told the entire family.  And then soon after, I would get strange mailings in the mail, unsigned and no return address, copies of magazine articles that had to do with stuff my family said about me, and shit like that.  My family is kind of crazy, no matter how much they want to portray me as the crazy person.  I joke about doing stuff like that, but I never would.  And I'd never send an invite to my cousin's mother (who does live with her, by the way) and not the rest of the family, to something like a wedding.  Just like in grade school, you invite them all, or you invite none.  Picking and choosing certain people is just rude (though, the only time I invited my entire class to my birthday was grade K--which was kind of fun).  I don't care they don't like me.  That's fine.  But why remind me  every chance they get?  

When we moved in here in 2020, my cousins all bought my mother a housewarming gift, not me.  They sent her mother's day cards, not me.  They sent her a birthday card, not me (and our birthdays are a week a part).  A year later?  They sent her nothing and never called.  I think one finally did weeks later.  But goes to show it was all fake.  They didn't care about her.  They just wanted to remind me that I was not included in our family by sending her stuff and not (or maybe they just were all hyped up about her moving in with me after she badmouthed me so badly and now they just forgot about her?).  Same goes for this invite...if they cared about my mother they would have addressed it with her real name and sent it on time.  But they didn't.  It was just for show.  So it's in the trash where my family belongs.  

Again, I know they all hate me.  Which is perfectly fine because I know they are stupid and narcissistic and I don't like them either.  But to keep reminding me of that is just beyond childish.  Invite us all and include us all, or none of us.  That's the adult thing to do.  Before I went no contact?  They couldn't give two shits about my mother.  She wasn't even on their radar.  They'd come to visit my uncle for Christmas, who lived downstairs, and they'd know we'd all be upstairs and they'd leave before saying one word to us.  They could care less about my parents and about me.  That was the message sent ever since they were old enough to stop coming to the holidays.  Even when they did come, it was always about everyone else, even though they were at OUR house.  Our family used us for free food.  That was it.  So now my mother thinks they love her.  No, my mother put them on her life insurance immediately after I went no contact instead of me.  They just wanted her fucking money.  The minute she changed it back to me (and the promptly stopped paying on it)?  They pulled away from her.  But not before pretending they cared just to show me they could leave me out (the cards and the gift and stuff).  Not that I want cards from them or a gift.  But they could have included my name on them, just as a gesture to not be rude.  But they didn't.  I like honesty, so I guess I can't complain too much.  

Anyways, that's my Monday Funday for ya.  Wheeeeeeee.