MIL funeral in Journal

Went well, mostly.
My parents did show even though I asked them not to. They sat in the middle of the small church even though they said they’d sit or stand in the back. They went to the burial even though they said they’d leave early. And finally, they approached me blantantly even though they said they would keep their distance.
I was pissed at them. Now I’m just… Relieved. I am relieved that they are not part of my life and never will be. Their crass and cruel behavior even now proves to me that neither of them give an iota of a shit about me or my preferences.
I didn’t attend the grave side with DH, and I’m bitterly regretful and disappointed about that. DH understands… But he should not have to God damnit. He should not have to deal with my absence because I’m terrified of confronting my parents. He should not have to grieve alone because of sadists that haunt me like angry ghosts.
I’m certain that my parents approached to get a look at W. Fuck them. Mom asked for pictures every week. Fuck her. People who do not display love for a child have no business being around or having any connection whatever with a child. They’re just vampires. Entitled assholes at their worst.
I feel more grounded. I feel justified in self protective anger. It is a firey moat that encircles my family, keeping the sadists out.
I have done enough confronting of my parents. They don’t need anymore of my time. It just sucks that they follow me around and hurt me in every way they can.