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Anonymous asked: were adam and eve ever married??
To whom it may concern,
So you sell our house, our inheritance and one of the last things connecting us to our dead Mother, because you’re in the shit financially. Then, after “barely breaking even” you decide to invite 14 people to Knott’s Berry Farm, pay for all their tickets, lunch and dinner.
Why the hell would we want to spend time with you when you ruined my brother’s dream, kicked us out, told me that you weren’t contributing any money to my wedding because you are so strapped financially, then threatened not to even come because I don’t like your evil wife, call me a shithead the day before my wedding, AFTER I forgive you and say you can come, force me to move all my posessions out of the house the week of my wedding,(despite the fact that I’m working, planning a wedding and doing it with out any of your help) ask us for our mother’s jewerly because you want to SELL it, and then expect us to be friendly and nice to you?! In what twisted world does that make sense!
What kind of father does all this, and more, and expect his kids to want to spend time with him after? You Spat on my mother’s memory, cheated us out of our inheritance, held precious family items over our heads, threw out our stuff with out a second thought and demanded that we accept your pretencious wife who you’ve considered divorcing TWICE in their first year of marriage. WE DON”T WANT TO SEE YOU. We don’t want to spend time with you, we don’t want you to know where we live or what’s going on in our lives. When Graham and I get pregnant, I have no intention of telling you! If you learn it second hand, or even if you never find out, I don’t care!
When I asked you to your face if you were choosing money over family, you didn’t give me an answer… because you knew you WERE! When I asked you not to have that putain of a wife at my wedding ceremony you chose her over me! It wasn’t until I APOLOGIZED that you said you(and her) were coming (which, by the way, I did that because I wanted you to have one more good memory of our family before we cut ties completely, and because it would be nice to have at least one parent there since my mother is dead, which you seem to have forgotten all to quickly). When you demanded Mom’s jewelry and I said that she wanted it to go to me, you asked “Where is that written?”
Remember when you married a woman barely a year after Mom died? Remember when you considered having the wedding around the same day mom died? Did you realize you were married on the day your mother in law died? I know you didn’t like the woman, but still. Remember when you dropped chuckie off at the house on the first anniversary of Mom’s death and then went to a baseball game with Holly? Remember when you didn’t ask any of us if we were okay? Remember the last two birthdays when you didn’t even bother to text me? Except when it’s about selling the house? Remember when you refered to Mom as my “birth mother” as if she meant nothing to you?
Despite all of this, I pity you. When Glenn talks crap, I defend you. WHY do I do this? I can not stand when you text me, when I’m forced to finally answer your phone calls, or even when you “like” one of my pictures on facebook, so why do I still defend you? Probably because I regret everything that has happened over the last 2 years. Not what I’ve done, but what you’ve done. I am feeling your regret. I drive past the house sometimes, and it is so wrong to see foreign cars in the driveway, to see lights on but know that it isn’t my brother, who was only weeks away from buying it before you decided to destroy his 20 year goal of owning the house we grew up in. The house my mother loved. I regret the fact that you don’t see the poisonous people (or person) in your life. When everyone around you is telling you that you’re wrong, and you still don’t see it, there is clearly something wrong with you. I feel bad for you, Dad. As much as I want to hate you, I can’t. I just feel pity and disgust. I pity you because you will never understand that what you did was wrong. That you will never see your grandchildren, only watch them grow from a stupid social network. I feel bad that you are stuck with a woman who has used and manipulated you. I feel bad because you have forgotten the woman you loved and what she would have wanted. I really pity you for forgetting Mom. She was way to good for you, and you should have never forgotten that.
I know you will never read this. I know that even if this found its way to you, you still wouldn’t understand. You wouldn’t understand how confused I am, or how angry it makes me that you think Karl turned all of us against you and that we “drank the koolaid”. I hope you
have a good life get what you deserve with your new family. That you can have lots of precious money before your lovely wife spends it all and then leaves you.
The next time I see you I will look you in the eyes and then walk right past you and not say a word. Maybe then you will understand. When I have my first child and you’re not there for the birth, or the blessing or first birthday and you have to hear from Grandma what a wonderful baby I have, maybe then you will know. When all of us have moved away and you are left alone with empty memories, maybe then you will know. Maybe then you will know that what you did was wrong. And that you can’t walk all over the people you say you love. I hope one day you will understand. Because until you do, I never want to see you again. I HOPE I never see you again. Because everytime I do, I see what you did. And it makes me miss Mom. It made me realize that even when she had gone crazy, and alienated us, she still tried to fix things. In her own strange way, she did what she thought was best. And that meant taking her own life so we could have a better one. All you do is take and then expect more. As far as I’m concerned, when you sold that house I lost my last parent.
P.S No, I will not go to Knott’s with you.