No updates on the sperm donor search, but I'll take a break and bitch about how awful the cuntasaurus is.
Last week, I found out my maternal aunt, Jeannie, has stage 4 cancer. I’m a lot like her, and was always chastised by my mother as a child for being just like her. She describes herself proudly as "fuck nut crazy" - she's my people. She wasn't around much when I was a kid (probably because my mother considered her a terrible influence, what with her drugs, alcohol, and general hedonism).
How did I find out about the cancer? A friend from high school maintains the cuntasaurus on Facebook as a friend. I guess this is more because she can act as a spy than for any genuine like of the woman. Naturally, dear mother makes this Facebook announcement while crying about how she's the victim because Aunt Jeannie just didn't want to be helped (presumably to have gotten medical care sooner? Who knows), and how sad it is for her (and Jeannie is the after thought). Playing the victim, expert level.
I found out yesterday that Aunt Jeannie will be moved to hospice. Again, through the high school friend, because it's not like the bitch will communicate with me. I have reached out several times already, before she was moved to hospice, to determine where she was so I could come visit. She would LOVE to know of her sister's big secret, and no doubt would enjoy the company of a fellow shithead.
Today, cuntasaurus deigned to inform me of the hospice decision, breaking her silence. I chose to pull no punches. She has passed on her cunty ways to me:
"I'd like to come visit her. Nice to finally hear it from you. I found out through someone telling me after seeing it on Facebook yesterday. I still have a lot of questions about this parental situation you are avoiding."
Proceed to her first accusing me of only contacting her when I need something, then telling me now is not the time for this. Then telling me that I had previously told her I wanted no contact with her, and family isn't important to me. I HAD previously told her that if she couldn't figure out why there was a problem with what her friend did to me, and if she was unwilling to discuss the matter and understand why it upset me, then I would be unable to simply "forget about it and move on" as requested. Which is pretty god damn reasonable.
I requested a few more times to get information on where my aunt was and when I could visit but was given no information. Ultimately, she resumed silence after once again pointing out this was not the right time (yeah, bitch, the right time was a month ago, the first fucking time I asked you about this).
Last week, I found out my maternal aunt, Jeannie, has stage 4 cancer. I’m a lot like her, and was always chastised by my mother as a child for being just like her. She describes herself proudly as "fuck nut crazy" - she's my people. She wasn't around much when I was a kid (probably because my mother considered her a terrible influence, what with her drugs, alcohol, and general hedonism).
How did I find out about the cancer? A friend from high school maintains the cuntasaurus on Facebook as a friend. I guess this is more because she can act as a spy than for any genuine like of the woman. Naturally, dear mother makes this Facebook announcement while crying about how she's the victim because Aunt Jeannie just didn't want to be helped (presumably to have gotten medical care sooner? Who knows), and how sad it is for her (and Jeannie is the after thought). Playing the victim, expert level.
I found out yesterday that Aunt Jeannie will be moved to hospice. Again, through the high school friend, because it's not like the bitch will communicate with me. I have reached out several times already, before she was moved to hospice, to determine where she was so I could come visit. She would LOVE to know of her sister's big secret, and no doubt would enjoy the company of a fellow shithead.
Today, cuntasaurus deigned to inform me of the hospice decision, breaking her silence. I chose to pull no punches. She has passed on her cunty ways to me:
"I'd like to come visit her. Nice to finally hear it from you. I found out through someone telling me after seeing it on Facebook yesterday. I still have a lot of questions about this parental situation you are avoiding."
Proceed to her first accusing me of only contacting her when I need something, then telling me now is not the time for this. Then telling me that I had previously told her I wanted no contact with her, and family isn't important to me. I HAD previously told her that if she couldn't figure out why there was a problem with what her friend did to me, and if she was unwilling to discuss the matter and understand why it upset me, then I would be unable to simply "forget about it and move on" as requested. Which is pretty god damn reasonable.
I requested a few more times to get information on where my aunt was and when I could visit but was given no information. Ultimately, she resumed silence after once again pointing out this was not the right time (yeah, bitch, the right time was a month ago, the first fucking time I asked you about this).
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