tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785167492083077158.post6396205828580597181..comments2023-03-24T03:46:51.663-07:00Comments on Scared Moderate Female: Holiday depression crapCaliGirl9http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639398512708841968noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785167492083077158.post-18968652988232768632010-01-11T23:40:35.720-08:002010-01-11T23:40:35.720-08:00P.S. Please ask where my grandmother's silver ...P.S. Please ask where my grandmother's silver is. I do not have the money for an attorney to inquire or get what was promised to me ...CaliGirl9https://www.blogger.com/profile/06639398512708841968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785167492083077158.post-82710583233605028132010-01-11T22:53:31.294-08:002010-01-11T22:53:31.294-08:00Nice to hear from you. You will believe what you w...Nice to hear from you. You will believe what you want. The money talks. Your dad chose sides for you all those years ago. If you recall, I tried. Swimming, 4-H. I was there. Your dad constructed another life for you, which was good, but I don't have warm fuzzy feelings for your dad either.<br /><br />Your mom wasn't as evil as anyone cares to remember. She had a loving heart. And yes, when we were both teens, my dad hit us. Not on a regular basis; I got hit two or three times. She was a bit wilder, perhaps more for her. He was far from St. no-name (redacted for privacy) toward his first three biological children, especially as teens. We were both accused on a regular basis of sleeping around. Neither of us did, but he was convinced otherwise.<br /><br />It is very hard to forgive people who accuse you of being a mastermind to a murder (LOL yeah as if I'm that clever) or says hurtful, hateful things at a mediation in front of two attorneys.<br /><br />I do wish you success though. No doubt your mom is tickled to death in heaven that you did not go her way, and that you will become self-sufficient. She would not be pleased to have you siding with a person who said and did such hurtful and hateful things toward me. When you are ready to come to me and not report to them, I am certainly ready to talk to you about your mom. But while a source of so much pain for me still lives, I have to choose me and a healthy distance between what hurts me so badly. I am owed an apology and I never expect one. She chose to say and do what she did, lie and say cruel things to me, be greedy. Karma's a bitch. <br /><br />Nothing my father ever said to me was the truth. They saw to that. I have lost any good memories of my father because of those actions in 1998. Why do you think I moved away? It hurt to much to deal with people asking "What happened? I remember when you kids would clean up that construction site every Saturday, I thought that was supposed to belong to you kids someday. Why didn't you even end up with a single lot on that ranch? That ranch was in your family before you were born."<br /><br />Ball is in your court, kiddo. When you wanna communicate, please feel free to do so. But I expect privacy and I expect whatever is said is between us and not carried elsewhere to be twisted and misconstrued. I don't know that you contact your biological grandmother, either when you were in town. She didn't say. She misses your mom every damn day ...CaliGirl9https://www.blogger.com/profile/06639398512708841968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785167492083077158.post-11677346094279348892010-01-11T21:09:42.815-08:002010-01-11T21:09:42.815-08:00So strange I happen to stumble on this... wow, Cat...So strange I happen to stumble on this... wow, Cathy.I'd apologize for feeling like a bit of a snoop, but I was honestly curious.. and you did just post this where really anyone can read it. Whatever bad air you have with anyone else... that is obviously none of my concern. I don't know whole stories, I don't know what happend behind closed doors.I won't pretend to. But I want to say one thing I DO know... I did need my mother's family. I needed my mother's family a long time ago... and it just wasn't really an option. Whatever your feelings towards Norma and her girls are, like I said, that's between you guys... but they helped me when I had NO ONE and NOTHING. Literally. You don't know what my life has been and that is not my "choice" it's just what it is. I am not asking for a pity-party, nor have I ever,I have been blessed enough to make it despite the BULLSHIT that I had no control over... that lasted long past my mom's death. There is the strong part of me that says what you wrote here shouldn't matter to me... but it does, sadly.. it hurts me. I am ashamed of that.<br /><br />Norma is not as well of as you think. We all wish she was, believe me. Bob's pictures are all over that house and Norma refuses to move his favorite green chair, his truck in still in the garage because she cannot bear the thought to get rid of it. Maybe that's hard for you to understand, but that is the reality. We all talk about him all the time, his pictures are up everywhere, the kids all know who he was.He is loved in that house, everyday. Our memories are not the version of him you described but the version we all knew. The man we remember.<br /><br />I could write dozens more discrepancies,but I won't bother. I am sorry you don't care enough about me or my mother's memory to be happy that I am healthy and doing fine.I thought that should matter, weird. I've wanted to contact you, I've wanted to know things about my mom that I will never know. I was intimidated... I guess I was right to feel that way.<br /><br />I am sorry that my Christmas album caused you so much stress. Honestly. <br /><br />p.s. the clothes I was wearing on Christmas... all from Wal Mart, thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com