Again with this “family” of mine.
Most of my loyal readers are familiar with at least a little background on my family. For those of you who aren’t, you can read a bit about my screwed up childhood HERE. The next installment on my childhood will be posted soon so now is the time to catch up or get familiar if need be. The most recent development came not too long ago when I found out that I had a brother I never knew about. If you missed that post and the story, you can catch up on that HERE.
So now that we are all up to speed on my so called “family”, let me fill you in on my current frame of mind and this mornings events.
Since getting the phone call about Michael, my dad has yet to call me or make an attempt to explain anything. There have been ZERO discussions, explanations, apologies, NOTHING. I don’t judge people by the mistakes they have made in their past (lord knows I’ve made a ton). Considering the emphasis my father put on “never wanting children” as his excuse for my fucked up childhood, I assumed I would at least get a phone call or something. I got nothing. I am pissed and have realized that nothing was quite what it seemed and every excuse I’ve ever made for that man was a bunch of bullshit. I refuse to do it any longer. I decided I would not call him at all, but rather wait for him to call me. He hasn’t.
One of my biggest issues with my father and my step mom is their complete lack of involvement. If they don’t want to be involved in my life and the kids’ lives then that is fine with me. That’s not what really pisses me off. It’s the fact that they pretend to give a shit, make empty promises to kids and never follow through. They are extremely unreliable and can never be counted on for anything. They have not even once come out to visit 13, even when she has been hospitalized. I’m tired of playing nice with people who aren’t worth my energy.
We have been working tirelessly on this fundraiser and have done fairly well for 13 (I’ll post the results of it all when the fundraiser is done). We started getting some great results from all of you, as well as from twitter. So I decided to post about the fundraiser on Facebook, as did 13, and why it is so important to us. Our entire family knows very well how 13′s health has been and how much we have struggled. You would think that an extended family would pitch in for such a great cause. I mean, this Foundation is the one responsible for 13′s medical care for cryin’ out loud.
The only family support we have received is from Mr T’s parents. From my family?
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Nothing.
It’s not the fact that they haven’t pledged that gets me. I don’t care about the money. Not one stinking one of them has even acknowledged that 13 is involved in a fundraiser. No one has asked how it is going, how she is doing, what’s all involved or anything. No one has offered to come bowl on her behalf or anything.
And these people are family?
I find it sad that people I have never even met have taken their time to check how my daughter is doing and how her treatments are going while my family hasn’t shown one ounce of concern. People I have never met have opened up their wallets to donate to a Foundation that cares for children with cancer and other blood diseases, while my family has done nothing. If there is one thing I’ve learned it’s that my opinion of them being not worth my time and energy was DEAD ON. They just are not.
But just as they usually do, when I think they possible can’t get any lower, they pull another rabbit out of their hat. Like this morning. In the past two conversations I have had with my step mom, I have brought up the fundraiser twice. Not because I was asking for money but because I was in the middle of taking care of something for the fundraiser and she asked what I was doing. Both times she felt the need to inform me of how incredibly busy they’ve been (my father is retired and she only works 4 days a week) and how they are broke because they had to replace carpet, buy new furniture, etc. (they have quite a bit of money)
Ummmmm, okay but I never asked you for anything.
She also goes on to explain that they really don’t have free time to do ANYTHING and that she would be out here supporting 13 if she could but she doesn’t even have the time to visit the doctor.
I didn’t ask for any of that information because we already concluded that you guys don’t give a flying shit, but whatever.
So you have no time to check on your granddaughter’s deteriorating health? Okay. I was expecting nothing more from you guys so that’s truly not a shocker. But then why did I get an email from you this morning about your trip to go visit someone else? Not just anyone but an old nurse of grandma’s from like three years ago that called you last minute to get together? A woman that you barely knew and only met one time? A woman that you had to drive 2 and a half hours to visit?
I get it, I really do. I already knew where my health and my daughter’s health rated on your list of importance and priorities. I just don’t think you need to lower my already minuscule level of respect for you people by getting these “little digs” in.
Is obviously so much more important than this:
Please excuse me while I go punch something.