book about my insanity

le sigh

I am back

what happened the other day was a bit crazy, and very upsetting

you see, my dad passed away in 2006 when I was 3

at the time, my grandmother and step-grandfather wanted my mom to get a nanny to look after me and my sister while my dad was in the hospital, dying from a brain tumor

now, telling my mom to get a nanny was very inconsiderate

my dad wanted to see me and my sister as much as he could in case he did die

in may, my sister graduated high school

my grandad and grandanne did come to her graduation, only by the insistence of my aunt and uncle.

but you want to know what my grandmother and step-grandfather do instead? they go to the bahamas

psa that both my grandfather and grandmother are ridiculously wealthy (they're divorced, so I have four grandparents on my paternal's side), so they could have easily gone another weekend.

so obviously my sister was upset. my mom was, too. I was also upset. so we're my aunt and uncle.

then my other aunt announces their family isn't going either. in that family is my one and only cousin on my father's side. we're only one year apart in age, but it feels like she's five years younger

my family is beyond upset.

they aren't going to see this pivotal point of my sister's life. my sister is their oldest grandchild.

so earlier this week, my sister finally sent them a text venting all of her feelings out to them

and two days later my mom gets a text from my grandad asking for the spot next to my dad's grave back

the spot my mother rightfully deserves to be buried in even though she remarried

my dad's grave. "Loving Father and Husband," right?

so why the hell are they wanting to bury my drug-addicted, alcoholic, bankrupt uncle there even though he's nowhere near death?

this was the final blow

they're cutting off my education fund, so I won't have any money to pay for college unless I get a full-ride scholarship

and now I'm down from five grandparents to one

the only family who actually genuinely cares for my family are my Aunt Pam and Uncle Preston. they've made us feel wanted, special, and loved even though our grandparents act like assholes

my mom is giving them the burial spot because she doesn't want to fight them anymore.

if they apologized, this all wouldn't be happening

I wonder if our relationship with them would be different if my dad was alive?

my mom said she doesn't care where she's buried, because she'll be with my dad after she dies anyways

but you best believe that the day my mom dies, my sister and I are going to have my dad exhumed and rebury him by my mom

laws in alabama state that only a biological heir can exhume a person, so my grandparents can't do anything to fight us

but that's all

so my family has no money to send me to college, and I'm losing my relationships with my grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousin