General Discussion & Chat: Stop and visit, talk all you want. #25, 1 by terryr

terryr wrote:
Well. Where to even begin. How 'bout I'm done. Stick a fork in me, I'm so done. Phyllis' second cousin, Martha and her husband Al, wanted us to sit with them. Martha is asking me questions. I'm answering, quietly. Whispering is what we were doing. The conversation went on thru the service at various times, service over, the conversation continued. We weren't being rude, please don't misunderstand me. We're outside, right? No one, but Martha and Al, know what Martha and I are talking about. But youngest sons wife is standing behind me, I knew this. I said something and because they are all knowing, she, the youngest sons wife, bit my head off. She had no clue what we were talking about and how it related to her, is beyond me. First she told me, us, that "her husband did everything that Phyllis wanted". When I looked at her because how on earth did that relate to the conversation that Martha, Al and I were having? The look of pure hatred, the venom in her voice as she told me "to not even go there". Go where? I have taken my share of that "families" stuff, that I will not take anymore. Not again, not now, not ever. I am standing at a funeral home, at a funeral for her MIL, and she speaks to me like that? And if we had been discussing Phyllis' wishes, how would she know what Phyllis' wishes were? Was she there? Did she personally, ever ask? Short answer, no. And at the cemetery? What did they do? Have a 6 cell phone conversation about what that woman supposedly heard me say? Good grief. Cold shoulders is what I received, standing there at the cemetery. Poor Al and Martha. Standing, speaking to me, what terrible people they are now. sigh. Those 2 were begging me to go with them. Al almost picked me up and put me in their car to take me to the hall where the "family" was all gathering. I told him no. I've taken enough of their stuff and I won't take it anymore. I promised Phyl that I would make sure her family was alright. I did. I asked each and every one of them how they were, they all told me fine. Great, my promise is now fulfilled. Don't call me to clean, don't call me to paint, don't call me period. If Phyl had heard her DIL say that to me, she would be disgusted. Believe me, not many people disgusted her. Speaking to me like that? Shame shame shame. You know what? I haven't used their names. Now though, I don't care. Bob is the youngest son and his wife's name is Ellen. The oldest sons name is Rick. His wife is Norah. So, Bob and Ellen think that Phyl didn't like Norah? News flash!! Phyl didn't like Ellen. Not even a little. They want to walk around and think I know nothing about any of them and their lives. They would be shocked (and might I add dismayed) at what I know. If they want to hide from the truth? Be my guest. Just leave me out of it. I tolerated them because I loved Phyllis and it was the right thing to do, for her. Now? Nope, it ain't gonna happen. Forgive, yes, but I will never forget.

Other than that? Gee, my day was swell. Just peachy☺

Here I am, all dressed up for today.