Texts sent to my mother pertaining to my grandfather’s funeral. All of which went unanswered. This was after she sent me the incorrect schedule for his services. *It’s a good thing I didn’t wait to hear from her about the flowers she said she would take care of. There wouldn’t have been an arrangement from his grandchildren.
It’s been a little over a month since Pawpaw passed away. It’s been an emotional war within my being. This past weekend. our beloved Aunt Dot passed away. She was married to Pawpaw’s older brother, so, she was his sister-in-law.
Before Pawpaw’s funeral, I reached out to my mother about the funeral times, flowers for the service, and a photo album that I feel rightfully belongs to me. Crickets. She ghosted me. I don’t know why I expected anything different. After Pawpaw’s funeral, I knew I was done. I couldn’t do this “low contact,” and I had to try my hand at ZERO contact again. I told myself that I wasn’t going to cave into her wild stories of breast cancer, or whatever manipulative tactic she had up her sleeve. Blocked. I sent her an email, well to “Jackie,” introducing her to the maniac, psychopathic, mother whom is a direct spawn of Satan himself. I wanted to let her know that she could no longer pull the wool over my eyes. I could see her exactly for who she IS. The devil himself should be extremely proud of his creation. Evil. Calculated. Long game on point. I completely underestimated her ability to control narratives, plant seeds, and keep everyone is this bubble of a life that is not what meets the eye. Anywho. The day before Aunt Dot’s funeral, I found out through text that she had passed. And it wasn’t from my mother, it was merely a text asking for a headcount for the lunch prior to the service. Not from my mom, or her new husband who loves to text me on behalf of my mother, like I’m the difficult one. Open your eyes Brian. She is about to obliterate you and you have no clue.
The girls and I attended the funeral of course, but afterwards “Jackie,” pulled my girls aside to discuss our Pawpaw’s will. Now, I’m not the one who’s savvy about funeral/estate etiquette, but I do know that there are places to discuss a will and places not to discuss those things. So there she was telling them that Pawpaw left them money and she needed their socials, c’mon. I was right there. But you were using your manipulative ways to try and show my girls that you are only trying to help them. You’re not. You said what you knew needed to be said. Oh how cunning you are. But you my dear, underestimated my children. They can see your true colors, the wolf in sheep’s clothing, without my help. They will never be team Jackie. Let me have this win. They see you for you. While you were so caught up in destroying me, they were watching from the sidelines. They have read your texts, heard you speak, saw the anger and hatred in your eyes, and they sure as hell remember you leaving them out of the family remembrance video. I pity your pour miserable life. You’re just a tiny little person on the inside who hates themselves so you take your hatred of yourself and TRY to put it on us. We don’t want it. We don’t want to have to answer to God the same way you will have to. That is when I will be vindicated. I don’t need it while here on earth. I know that once I die, things will be made right.
Which brings me to today. Pawpaw made it quite clear that he wanted to pay for Emma’s college. He told you (my mom). I told you. We all know. So tell me why when I texted you informing you that Emma was accepted into TCU with a 120k scholarship over four years, I have yet to hear from you? Because you are trying to regain control over me by holding Emma’s college tuition over my head. You want me to BEG you to answer me. It ain’t happening. In fact, quite the opposite. You are doing nothing but validating what a piece of shit person you are. I know you saw my text. Are you thinking if you don’t pay for Emma’s college with Pawpaw’s estate that I am just going to let that happen? No ma’am. You’ve underestimated me if you really think I won’t take your greedy ungrateful ass to court and sue you for everything that you have. Which you don’t deserve. You don’t deserve anything that has been handed to you. You don’t appreciate the work that Pawpaw put in to make his land worth what it is today. You just want the money. You didn’t see him out there every weekend, clearing the land, bailing hay, counting heads of cattle, searching for momma cows struggling to give birth. You have no fucking clue how hard he worked. Anyhow, I am ready for the legal battle. Hope you are too. Cause I know without a doubt, you have underestimated how hard I fight for my kids. Probably because you have never fought for me, in fact, you were the one doing the complete opposite when I was just a kid. You created FAKE problems and punished me according to your imaginary accusations. Now that I have done some research, I understand that EVERYTHING you ever accused me over my 44 year lifetime, are things that YOU did. That you are guilty of, and the only way for you to convince yourself that you are perfect, you trick your fucked up brain into believing that is was me that fucked up as bad as you did. Wow. Mic drop. That’s gotta suck. Knowing you’re a fuck up. Cause I know I am an honest person, never have I stolen anything and NEVER have treated anyone as poorly as you have. And I sure as hell don’t hide behind the scripture acting holier than thou. Bring it on pimpin’
. I promise you that I know shit about you and what you have done, things that I know you are in denial about. So, let’s go. I’m ready. I’ve got a cavalry behind me, especially when it comes to my kids.
I tried to tell you that your mask was slipping. Your ugliness is really showing.
Mommy Not So Dearest 