I’m trying to keep good netiquette, but it’s hard.
Picking up from Nightmares In the Abyss:
Then there’s tonight– a family function for a segment of my extended family that are drama-whores, passive-aggressive, or both. I can’t sugarcoat this. I am for sure going for the extended family that loves Cimmy and I unconditionally. The rest… I don’t know.
Then my blogging buddy Rob Ross shared this post from Andra Watkins:
and this comment just poured out of me:
I’m not sure how to say this eloquently… the illusion of my FUFF was shattered and pieced together numerous times.
I’ll spare you the long version and go for the short one. Last weekend I ducked some fiascos. My father has two brothers. His younger one and his family loves Cimmorene and I unconditionally. They came down for my dad’s older brother– his youngest son’s son had a baptism. Younger brother uncle and family loves Cimmorene and I unconditionally. (Before I got married, I introduced Cimmy to my dad’s mom, younger brother uncle, and aunt, in about that order, before ANY other family members, including my parents.) Older brother uncle and his family are petty and melodramatic, especially my aunt. Dad told me today she had NOTHING good to say about her eldest child (on a different visit), who just buried her eldest special needs child. That just had me in tears.
Of course my thoughts will be with your brother. Trust me, I did tell you the short version story.
I wish I could elaborate from there, but I can’t. It’s too painful.
I’ll let the archives speak for me (i.e., I’ll reference again what I wrote before, but YEARS ago):
Just for reference: the cousin that went off to Quantico and became an FBI agent? He’s the “youngest son” whose son was getting baptized. He and his wife just suddenly cut off contact, just like they did with my youngest sister. But she had the opportunity to met the missus, and I didn’t. I mean, after all the “love the photos of your kids, send more”… oh, even then, the missus responded for that short time, not my cousin.
I smell dirty gossip. Or something. Okay, I’m done.