Never again will I protect my feelings with a password. Respect is something that is earned and deserved. And it will not be displayed here. It won’t matter anyway. You made us your mission one too many times. Nothing I do will change that. Which is fine. Because it frees me. I have nothing to prove or hide, I have nothing to lose and there will never be lost love. I can speak the truth. And that’s what it is. The disgusting truth.
Last night was a display. It was an atrocity in the guise of a party.
Trying to hurt us through a little boy is nothing more than a emotionally abusive landmine leaving scarring shrapnel in our memories. It will never, ever happen again. There will never be another opportunity.
This has gone too far.
An aunt maliciously ignores a 6 year old and his plea for an ear? You are simply a passive-aggressive coward acting as a bully who is unworthy of his love and attention. You are the epitome of what misery looks like. That is my comfort. This game of love ‘when it suits you’ is over and YOU are the loser.
A slopped together cookie? Are you kidding me? This is NOT a cake substitute for a little boy who was excited to share his birthday with people he has been told are his family. That is why we, his parents, ran out to get our son a cake. He is entitled to the same respect and love you abundantly shower on all your other grandchildren.
For a flesh and blood “GRANDMOTHER” to hide in the kitchen while birthday candles are being blown? If it had been any other of your grandchildren, you would have helped to blow out the candles from a cake you lovingly bought them and your smile would have been in any other grandchilds family birthday photo.
There was no family photo last night. Just a lasting memory that will never fade. I won’t let it. I will never let us be sucked in by your false promises again.
I’m finished covering up your indifference and I’m through making excuses for our son as to why you don’t come pick him up when you get the other “two.”
The proverbial straw and camels back.
Everyone’s eyes in my home are open. Finally, they all saw. They all realize the hurtful disrespect and indifference you display toward your son, using his youngest child as a warhead. They saw the rest of the family standing around, as if no weapons were drawn.
If your plan of war was to make us despise you, then your side won. But there will be no white flag. There will be no surrender. This side will merely shake itself off and walk away. Proudly. Because there were no casualties. We are together. A strong, close family whose barrier you can NOT penetrate.
Strength in numbers.
Your flesh. Your blood.
This will not happen again.