So I did something I maybe shouldn't have.  But then again, I don't like being disrespected the way I have since 2013 when my crazy ass cousins started this entire thing off.  If you haven't read about this before on my blog, my cousin's daughter read an anonymous blog post (well, two) I posted (how she got a hold of it, I have no idea) about the abuse I endured as a child.  And instead of feeling bad for me, she showed it to my entire family, who haven't spoken to me since.  All because I accused them of standing idly by and letting it happen, which they did.  Truth hurts, eh?

Let me tell you, if someone accused me of that?  I would feel horribly guilty and would apologize profusely to the family member and would try to make things right with them.  Granted, I won't let someone play the victim forever, playing games like "Oh, you owe me!".  But I certainly would not get angry at them for bringing it up in the first place.  All I got from my entire family was flat out vitriol.  Which is how you know you're dealing with narcissists.  Because it's all about them.  Always is.  "Oh, you were abused?  But what about meeeee??"

Anyways, that little...um...sweetheart is getting married.  Whoopty-doo.  And she sent my mother an invite to her wedding.  The funniest part is that the invite was only addressed to her, even though we all live in the same house.  No "and family" on any of it.  The even funnier part was that it was sent a month after guests are supposed to RSVP.  Um, okay.  Why send it at all then?  And a week later, she sent an invite to her wedding shower.  Again, only addressed to my mother.  Dat bitch can't drive!  Which they all know.   So this is a clear message to me:  "Let me slap you in the face".  Granted, I'd never go in a million years, but to send the invite to the house I live in and not include me, even though I am family, is just douchey.  But think about it for a moment.  She knew damn well my mother could not go.  What was her ulterior motive?  Hmmm...

And so what, I'm supposed to drive my mother there and not attend?  Um, yeah, that's so not happening.  But then it dawned on me: all that little cunterson wants is money, which is the only reason she sent an invite to both things.  

So, I went out and bought my cousin's shitty little daughter a wedding card for a dollar from the Dollar Tree, with a bride and groom standing on top of a cake grabbing each other's asses.  Inside it read "Get it while you still can!" or something of the sort (I can't actually remember, but it was silly and tad vulgar, which I can only hope offends them).  And I wrote "CONGRATS!" inside at the top, and signed my mother's name first, then mine, and my hubby's, and kids' names.  Take that, cunterson!  You're going to diss me in my own house?  So you'll get a nice card, with a nice sentiment, but fuck if we're sending your ass any money, which is the only reason you sent the invites to begin with (they live hundreds of miles away!).  Ha!  And to let you know a) I'm in charge of this shit, not my mother, and b) you can't pretend like I don't exist.  Then again, I hope she keeps pretending like I don't exist, because I want nothing to do with any of these idiots.  I just want them to leave my mother alone, too.  Fucking vultures.  They all got my mother, who has dementia, to sign her life insurance money over to them while I was no contact with her.  But the jokes on you guys!  Haha fuckers!  She let it lapse and there's no money at all now!!  Wheeeeee!  

When we moved in here together in 2020, my girl cousins (one is the mother of the person I am talking about here) sent my mother housewarming gifts.  Nothing for us (me, my hubby and kids), which again, who cares.  But still, it's a total dismissal of the fact we live here and are taking care of my mother, just as I helped out with their father every single day when he had dementia whilst they ignored him.  So they can fuck right off to fucking town thinking they are better than me.  You got your card, little girl.  Now leave us alone.  I hope my card sends that message to her and the entire family.  Do not hit us up for money, because there is zero way you're going to get any.  

When I was helping taking care of their father?  My mother had dementia herself and was fucking up his meds.  So I had to keep making sure it was getting done right.  I even went to his doctor to tell her what was going on, because my cousins could not give two shits, just as long as someone else was doing their job for them.  My mother was paying his bills, too.  And buying his groceries and paying his goddammed rent.  And we did everything for him.  And what did my cousins do?  Nada.  Nothing.  Zero.  They took my mother out to dinner twice.  That was it.  No thank yous.  Nothing.  And they think I'm the bad guy here.  Because I posted two anonymous blog posts (one was about my grandparents, and how I took care of them and they never helped, not once--EVEN THOUGH MY FATHER WAS DYING, and the other was about my childhood abuse that they all let me rot in).  And because I went no contact for a bit with her and they had to drive her a few places.  Oh wow.  I mean, I spent every single day with their father watching him deteriorate from dementia and they were nowhere to be seen for years.  And now they had to drive my mom a few places and they were the ones put out?  Geezus fucking christ, talk about some martyrs.  They once told my mother not to play the martyr.  Yet, they are worse!

So, hopefully in a few months, my memoirs will start coming out.  I've written four so far (in a year!).  All around 300 printed pages each.  And I'm writing more as we speak.  And I do not feel bad about it.  All of these horrible people deserve the truth to be told.  I mean I get they aren't 100% horrible.  They used to be little kids with hopes and dreams and abuse of their own they endured.  We all did in our family.  But so what?  I didn't grow up to be a cunt (well, not like they are) due to me being abused.  I didn't become a narcissist because of it.  I am kind and caring and helpful (and so very sweary).  But I also don't take shit from shitty people.  Which is why shitty narcissists do not like me.  Oh well.  Like Anne Lamont said, if you didn't want to be written about, you should have behaved better.  

Fucking narcissists.  Sigh.