Ode To Family

On my walk to one of my grocery stores, there is a wall I pass. It’s only about four feet tall, maybe a bit more. It’s a retaining wall, as there is nothing much behind it.

Nothing but garbage, that is. Heaps and heaps and years worth of garbage flung behind the wall. The wall is made of concrete cinder blocks and has been painted with some colourful images, graffiti, some words in Spanish I assume are for advertising.

The wall has been at a tilt for as long as I’ve been walking past it and I always marvel that it is still standing. But marvel no more. Last week on my way past, it had finally given up its secrets.

Layers and layers of garbage, clothes, trees, paper, garbage. Just a wall of it. A wall behind the wall.

I have now stopped in front of it and just stared at it. It’s years worth of crap, crap that has been building and finally let go.

Which brings me to my family. So-called family. I have mostly referred to them as my dad’s family.  Have done for years.

The other day I left a snarky comment on my facebook wall. My wall. It wasn’t directed at anyone in particular and certainly didn’t name anyone.

What followed was my family’s wall of garbage. Finally collapsing down.

Immediately, a few people from my dad’s family snarked back. People who as a rule, don’t seem to even know I’m alive. One comment, from the elder of my father’s family, called me spoilt and called me a brat.

Well, fuck you.

To be honest, his response had nothing to do with my asshole comment as the comment had nothing to do with him. This was something that’s been sitting in the chamber a while now. Years would be my guess.

What it tells me was that the last piece of garbage it took for his layers to come tumbling down. This from someone who, aside from this year, couldn’t even be bothered to wish me a happy birthday.

Mostly because he’s too busy sharing posts that depict racial and xenophobic messages. Memes, I guess that he’s too fucking stupid to know are not an actual photograph.

One of the other comments suggested that ‘It was really very simple if I didn’t like something, then I should just keep moving and shut up’.  Ummm… kinda like you just fucking did? Oh, no. I guess you’re exempt, aren’t you Princess?

She still isn’t able to see the fucking hypocrisy in her comment. Check your fucking ego.

I decide to just say fuck it. Fuck them, my father’s family. If they are that cunty to me on my facebook, image what they must say about me while they are sitting around hating me.

You want an apology? Here ya go.

I’m sorry my dad left his money to me, his daughter, and not you, whoever the fuck you are. We don’t owe you anything. You are the one who inherited his business. You are the ones who drank it into the ground.

I’m sorry that after struggling for over a year to survive, I actually fucking did it, without your help. Without your compassion or even your concern.

I’m sorry you are ao boring or bored or stuck up your own stupid asshole to enjoy life. But I no longer care. It’s been mostly making nice anyhow, as we have never been close.

Yeah, sorry, not sorry, as the kids say. From the kid no one gives a fuck about.

Rant over. My dad’s daughter, out.

 

54bcfef4b4462dd2316532e9566fcccd

 

4 thoughts on “Ode To Family

  1. I’m sorry to hear of your falling out, more out, with the family. With me not being on friend face, the tweeter or any other form of social media I feel like I missed something.
    Let me tell you I sure heard about this blog.
    I too feel life is too short to waste it on people that don’t appreciate you. I do miss you weekly cat pictures and your witty repartee but that is about the only thing I miss from Facebook. I was tired of getting in arguments with people I don’t know or even worse with people I do know.
    I hope things continue to look up for you and though it sounds trite I alway think that tough times don’t last but tough people do. You’re a tough person go out and continue to make your mark, the world is a better place with you here.
    Peace out,
    Irvin
    Not my fathers son

    Like

  2. Family can be a Gift…Gift is the German word for poison. One day we’ll have that drink and I’ll tell you about my father and sister up in Northern Ontario Gray Gardens.

    Still congrats to you for your singular survival of the last year.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s