Enough Is Enough

I hate to do this here, but some people don’t get the hint.

You ignored my presence for so long, now you chose to stalk my sites and leave nasty messages when I ignore you.  Be gone.

To MALE:  Own up to the fact that I did call you and email you to see how you were doing on several occasions because I knew you were taking your brother and your mother’s death hard. YOU NEVER REPLIED.  The only contact to you was through your fiancé, and she only occasionally replied herself.  Through her, you were supposedly staying out of the family drama, so when your family asked that I give you Jake’s watch, a watch that I spent good money on as a gift to replace the one he broke, I delivered it for your birthday because I felt it was a good thing to do.  Yet, you never even called or sent me an email to say you got it.  You seem to also forget that at the very beginning I opened up my home to your family to come and take mementos of him.  Others took, you never did and said you didn’t want anything.

Oh, and on a funny note – you called me a loser for blogging.  Yet, your sister blogged a whole hell of a lot more often than I ever have.  So you think your sister’s a loser.

To FEMALE:  Keep it in your twisted head that I cranked called your family.  Is that your conscious playing tricks on you?  YOU called and left harassing messages, and emails, when I finally put my foot down to what your family was doing.  I went with everything your family wanted, up until the headstone – the one thing that I made clear I and your mother was to be involved with.  When your father excluded me and your mother and spread lies that I wasn’t going to pitch in anything (which is BS because at one point I thought only myself and your sister where going to putting any money towards it) and that I didn’t return his calls (good thing about only having cell phones – call records), I finally halted everything. I NEVER CALLED YOU PLAYING STUPID GAMES.  I didn’t have the emotional strength to play games. At that point I was doing everything I could just to get out of bed and go to work everyday.   I wanted all the drama to stop and I wanted a connection to Jake by maintaining a relationship with Jake’s family – there was no way I was going to jeopardize that by playing games.  Once again, the great thing about cell phones – call records. YOU’RE THE ONE THAT MADE HARRASING PHONE CALLS, NOT ME.

To BOTH:  I sleep at night with the comforting knowledge that I tried my best to do the right thing.  Did you?

You attacked when I would no longer just roll over and do what your family wanted.  You’ve said there’s two sides to every story, but you’re choosing to forget a lot and how you treated me.  Your family said they would help – even after I took care of the headstone myself.  But I knew not to hold my breath.  None of you ever came by for a visit, not even to see Jake’s dog even if you didn’t want to see me, and you never lent a dime.  With the exception of Jake’s plot, I paid everything MYSELF – when financially, I couldn’t afford it.

Then you have the NERVE and AUDACITY to ask me to give you the plot I bought next to him and give you his things, now that I am finally happy and planning a life.  HIS THINGS ARE MY THINGS.  You decided to ignore me and act like I died when he did.  So accept the fact that this is how I am now treating you.  This is the last I will speak on the matter.  You no longer exist.  The answer is, and always will be “NO”.