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This is going to be a rant.
Why am I doing it here? Because she doesn't know I exist on here and if I speak to her now I may drive one of us to suicide, preferably her.
So here goes... I finally decide to locate my Aunt Roe's obituary online. I figured it would be something nice and maybe I would copy it and make a nice memento out of it, seeing that I don't have anything else. Boy did I get an eye opener. It was when we got down to surviving relatives. My mother got top billing, what do you expect. My uncle Sal was listed next, not a problem. Then I get to a loving niece (my sister Cherie) and nephews.
WHAT THE FUCK????
First off my aunt didn't have just one niece (and I'm not including my Trans status in this0 but beside my sister there is my cousin Theresa (Uncle Sal's daughter) and for me to be listed along with Nephews (which would include my brother James, and about seven cousins). She raised me, there was no one on this Earth she cared about more than me and vice versa. I can't even undo the obit. It's a good thing i'm an eight hour drive away because i really want to do some damage and I mean physically. How many more slights can I take.
There was a slot to write my own comment under the obit but my mother has to fucking approve it. But here is what I wrote.
My aunt raised me from when I was an infant and though at times life had conspired to keep us apart physically there is a bond that can not be broken by distance. Even though she is no longer with me physically on this earth, we will always be united by our love for one another.
It is my Aunt who provided me an example of God's love for me and without her I know I would've missed out on a ton of blessings. She was always there for me, like any loving parent would be there for her child, and her absence will hurt me deeply for the rest of my life.
When I was a young child I once mentioned in my innocence that God had placed me in the wrong belly, but I eventually wound up where I belonged. That was over 30 years ago, but I think I never spoke a more truer statement.
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Wow
Wow that is tough I don't have anyone in this family of mine that I can say that I got what you got. No special Aunt No special uncle a brother who claims he understands but doesn't really seem to care. The closest thing I have to what seems like real family is a Cousin that I see as a sister some one that is now out of state that I can't reach anymore as a sister. A cousin that I see more as a nephew who is still to young for me to tell cause he wouldn't understand. Someone I roleplay with as my twin sister but that's about it. Which can be sad at times but it is what it is.
Yours Truly
Arina
Oh my...
...how is your mother going to react to this?
Holy Toledo!
Sorry, couldn't resist. But damn Katie. If I were in your shoes I'm not sure I'd be able to restrain myself at all. Screw the fact I don't have a car, I'd jump on my bike and sprint all the way there on pure adrenalin. It may take me days to get there, but within hours of getting to where such a one lives, they'd probably be dead, mutilated almost beyond recognition, and I'd finally be coming down off my adrenalin high and regaining coherence just as the cuffs are being slapped on my wrists.
That's a prime example of one of those buttons you. just. don't. push.
Abigail Drew.
Abigail Drew.
Dealing with people who don't quite understand
"Those that mind don't matter, thost that matter don't mind."
My family refuses to recognize my status as a female. I was their brother to them, in reality I was a confused individual.
I've moved on in my life, when people tell me I can't be me I tend to ignore them. I once hear an instructor say "There are no wrong answers." I decided that no longer was I going to be something others wanted me to be.
I transitioned and that was that. My drivers liscens is female, y credit cards are in my female name and I bought a house as a female. Each day I have become more feminine in my attitude and behavior. I left a combats veterans group because I'm not a gool ol' boy. I am female to therm and they would not talk to me because I was female.
I enjoy who I am, after years of being what others wanted I beame me. I have life in my eyes and a spring in my step.
Most people already know about you before you do. I let my ex know at the end of eight years of marriage. I actually had to get the ACLU involved in my divorce.
when people get divorced friends choose who they want to be with. since my ex outed me to my church, my works and people who I thought weremy friends I was suddenly alone.
I cried,wept, and bawled,felt miserable and then came to realize I could be me but it took a few nore years to finally step out. I am retired military I took my name change to an air force base got a new retiredmilitaty ID as a female.
I have since then chosen people with whom I could feel comfortale with, my second family that i can trust and be respected by.
I have PTSD and the outing brought out some horrendous times. I spent many times handcuffed to a hospital wall. After I was locked in a jail cell waiting to see a judge I came to realize that even though all of the people in my life abandonned me I was respnsible for being in jail. I've been free from the bonds and now do public speaking and do police training for PTSD and Gender Identity Disorder.
be open and honest and while doing so remain calm
Jill Micayla
Be kinder than necessary,Because everyone you meet
Is fighting some kind of battle.
Jill Micayla
Be kinder than necessary,Because everyone you meet
Is fighting some kind of battle.
This ][ close to going postal
Hope she will approve of what yu want to say.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Aunt Roe
I'm sorry, Katie. That bitch of a biological mom knows that the best way to hurt you is to mess with the name, history and memories of your beloved real momma, Aunt Roe. I'm sure she has other reasons for doing it too, like making herself look good, and slighting others in the family she doesn't like (and left out), but I'm sure she knew how much it would hurt you. Just remember your Aunt Roe is still with you in your heart, and ask her what she feels about it... You know her a lot better than we do, but from past blog posts, I get the feeling she was a no-nonsense woman who wouldn't waste much time or emotional energy on her sister's foolishness and nastiness.
Can you put your own obituary up for Aunt Roe? A real, unbiased one?
Lisa