Usually I do the Friday, Saturday and Sunday meme's - they're fun. Light hearted. Easy to do.
I'm just not feeling it this weekend.
Some of you know the family "drama" that has been going on - some of you don't.
My brother has Lou Gehrig's Disease. Which sucks. So we decided (us 4 siblings) to sell the cottage that our mother left us because he was the trustee and none of us could afford to buy everyone out. We could all use the money, but none more than Ken and his wife with the upcoming renovations that their so desperately needed. I offer a number of times to fly home and help clean out the cottage, but either nobody responds or I'm told it's not time to do that yet. When I left the cottage after my week in August - I had no idea that it was going to be my last time there. You see - my brother kept his diagnosis to himself for a year. Came up with excuses why he wasn't going to be home for me to visit, didn't answer the phone - you get the picture, right? So that in and of itself is another whole issue - keeping something like that from your family. Whatever.
I got a phone call in February - asking me what I wanted from the cottage. How much notice do I get? about 10 min. Because not only has there been an offer - they've negotiated a price, done a home inspection and all that. No time for me to fly home. No time for me to think. Just "what do you want, we have to give them a list".. I ask for one thing (that I've made clear to all that I wanted since November) - and I'm told that's been given to my sister. Who, at this point, is ignoring my emails because I'm asking (SHOCKER) to be kept updated on what's going on. For some reason - she felt me not worthy of updates, and I called her out on it. Apparently - she doesn't like being called out on things she does wrong. Anyway, it snowballs from there, I call bullshit and unfair - and now nobody in the family is talking to me. I was planning on walking away from my house, job, everything - to move home and help - because that's what family does, right? They help each other in their time of need? Not mine. Granted, we've helped each other out here and there - but really, we're not a family. We're just people that are connected by blood. Being in a wheelchair apparently gives my brother license to be an asshole. That's right. I said it. The dying guy is being an asshole. Shoot me. My sister has been a douchebag of the nth degree. Obviously there is a lot more - but I'm not typing it all. Is some of it my fault? Sure. But keeping information away from someone that is entitled to it? Not cool. It took the threat of legal action to even get the attorney's name that is handling the dissolution of the trust.
I find out through Facebook - FACEBOOK - that my father and stepmother are in Ireland for 2 1/2 weeks. Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? I hope someone has contact information for them, in case of an emergency. Apparently, living in Michigan makes you no longer a part of the family that lives in New England.
I choose my family from now on. I choose the people that I care about. Not genetics. Not having the same parents.
I'm staying where I am. There are friends and members of my family that I love dearly and miss - but I'm not going to put my whole life through upheaval to move closer to people that treat me like shit.
And yeah - I told them that.