As I have learned in life, never think an estranged family member or old friend isn’t still somehow connected to somebody you’re currently in touch with. I guess the Grants and the Shaponicks are good buddies. I forgot that the late Dorothy (Boo) was my maternal grandfather’s niece. 

Anyway, I also found June, Lori and Lisa’s mother, on Facebook. Her picture is at least 30 years old, LOL. Guess she lives in Florida now. She too, got a wonderful slice of my mind, though they don’t seem to use Facebook very often, and knowing how glitchy Facebook is, they will probably never get my messages. As I’ve mentioned before, my aunts, uncles and cousins (with the exception of a few distant cousins) never gave a damn about me. I would criticize some people for not being able to move on and get over shit that happened decades ago, but thinking back to the way they abandoned me in a time of need 30 years ago enables me to understand that it’s not always that easy. It is very hard for me to forgive someone who A, doesn’t believe they did wrong, or B, knows damn well they did wrong but refuses to admit it. 

It isn’t just the abandoning me that pissed me off; it was how they made accusations about me to everybody and anybody that would listen without confronting me directly. Obviously, they were too scared to do so because they knew where I lived, and if they didn’t they could have found out. Then they could have asked me directly whether or not I was prank-calling them. 

I have no respect for people like this, family or not, and they can go to hell right along with the brother and parents. I was a 19-year-old terrified kid who had basically been abandoned by her parents. My sister was in another state and I reached out to them just to be ignored because thanks to my wonderful mother, she convinced them along with countless others then I was both crazy and dangerous. 

Oh, I’m dangerous, alright, if given a damn good reason to be, same as anyone else in the world. When I was young I took an awful lot of shit from a lot of people. I was too nice and too forgiving. While it’s easy to wish I was like I am today back then, I also know that had that been the case, I would probably have been in jail for assault God knows how many times. The guy that I suspect my brother put up to knocking on my bedroom window in the middle of the night to spite me for kicking out my roommate that had become his mistress which I freaked out all terrified from back then, would today be confronted by a very pissed off me who would beat the crap out of him and leave him for dead. 

But again, I was young, alone, naïve and terrified. And when I reached out to my “family,” I was rejected. That’s not something you just “get over” or forgive. I otherwise liked June, until she did such a low and appalling thing, but her ex-husband was way worse, as was my other uncle. 

I saw my other uncle a little later in my life at which time he was a little more careful of how he treated me and what he said to me. He was growing older and weaker while I was getting stronger and I was now an adult who had changed. In other words, the slightest threat and I would’ve popped him in the face so hard nobody would’ve recognized him. He just wouldn’t admit this to anybody, of course, being the big bad tough, arrogant macho cock he thought he was.