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a childhood neighbor of my husband’s recently died and today was her funeral.  i thought to myself that his sister better not show up because she did not come to Daniella’s funeral.  can you beleive that she did?  the deceased woman’s daughter said: “i can’t beleive your sister drove out for my mom”, to my husband.  i was just as stunned as she was; i just stood quiet because i was so flabergasted(sp).  she can drive 6 hours for her funeral, but when it came to MY daughter’s funeral she asked my husband if he wanted her there.  guess what he told her: it’s ok if she doesn’t come.  WTF?!  i always remembered her son – always.  Chris.tmas, Eas.ter, birthdays – you name it.  The day comes to do one measley thing for my baby girl and she has to ask??? I don’t know who to be angrier at, him or her.  “well, at least she sent flowers”, he says.  “flowers are nice but also an easy out” is my response.  then he decides i can’t be spoken to because i am so angry.  well, there was a grain of truth to that.

i asked him to just admit that it’s wrong of her and he won’t.  he tells me that i should be angrier at him for telling her it’s ok not to come.   i told him not to worry, because i am angry at him and her.  what type of backward’s thinking it that?  i mean if we held a funeral, OBVIOUSLY we are ok with people coming, especially family.  i have always had to understand his family, always.  this, i don’t understand.  i told him that he could keep lying to himself and acting like it’s ok.  but it’s not .  this is not the way family should behave.  family gets on planes, or drives for hours to be by their own in times of need.   family does not ask – do you need me?

i could put her through a wall right now and him – let’s not even go there.  i haven’t spoken to him for the last few hours and he better get used to it… i am just so angry.

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About Jessica Emilia

Mother, wife, grief survivor, dancer, yogi, feminine, baker, cook, lover, fighter, perfectly imperfect, optimistic, pessimistic, reader, writer, funny, sarcastic, compassionate, emphatic, sympatheric, HR Pro, anxious, confident, supernatural, hocus-pocus, friend, daughter and momma again...

3 responses »

  1. I just don’t get some people. Really, I don’t. And it’s exhausting to keep trying, ya know?

    You have every right to be seriously angry at both of them. When you needed your family the most, a few felt it wasn’t important. And yet they feel like they need to be there for others.

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