...on Family Sucking in meh...

I’ve asked my mother to not call me and tell me what anyone else has to say about me. But at the same time, not knowing what is being said about me leaves me subject to smiling and being me and witty to people who don’t give a shit about me for real.

So my uncle that helped me get the motor in my car…
I reached out to him just because I hadn’t talked to him in a while. I was just doing a check in/check up on him making sure all is well in his world. Yesterday I get a call from my mom and she apparently had just talked to him. Topic of conversation was “he just loves to bash you and (cousin’s ex-wife).” He talked about my son isn’t doing anything with his life not knowing my son helps a great deal with my grandson even though I don’t want him to. No my son isn’t working and going to school seems to be a footnote (why waste money if he can’t hack it??) but my son has never sold drugs. My son has never been to jail. My son has never wrecked almost all the cars he’s ever had.

According to my mom, he went on to say that I was “wasting time” going to see what is wrong with my van. I’m not a mechanic but I’m diagnosing what’s wrong with my car. New Flash fuckwad: I don’t have any money! It takes money to tow the car. It takes money for the diagnosis. It’ takes money to fix what ever the fuck is the problem with the car. I used to fuck a mechanic. My kids father is this mechanic. If my car doesn’t shift gears, if I lift my foot off the break and the bitch doesn’t move, then it’s a transmission problem. But I’m wasting time. I’d be wasting money if I went through all this shit just to find out this is what the problem was and I ALREADY FUCKIN KNEW IT!!!!

All because I just wanted to check on him and make sure he was okay.
My feelings were hurt and they are hurt. Every time I choose to deal with my family in any way, it always comes back to bite me in the ass. I use to think that they would tell my mother stuff, knowing it will get back to me, but I now think that they underestimate how much stuff she tells me. My mother tells me EVERYTHING. EV-VERR-REEE-THING. She even told me my daughter called her. Like every time my daughter calls her. This does nothing to make me love them. If anything it just validates my point that they always talk about me behind my back. I cant’ stand the fakeness and the judgmental ways of these people.

Yeah…

Kindest regards,
Sister