Almost 11 years ago my dad died. At his memorial every one of his friends showed up people I had known for a long time people that knew me, my brothers, and my sister. People that knew my mom.
They all dropped money into a savings account to help out my mom because while me and my older brother were off doing our own things him the hippy trail me a soldier she still had our younger siblings to raise in their now even more difficult teen years.
Every damn one of them came up to me and my family and swore fucking swore they wouldn't abandon my family after this. They would be around to help out and to care and try to make up for the loss.
That day is the last time we saw any of them. Oh I have bumped into one or two of them and had a very awkward, "Oh hi it's you" conversation with them eyeing their cars and almost running for them. One of them even deigned to invited me to his Facebook page so I can hear him bragging about his kids.
You know what fuck all of you. Fuck you really truly fuck you. I didn't expect any support I didn't expect any help I was an adult with a kid of my own. On top of which I was living in another state on the other end of the country it was obvious I was not going to be close to them. My mom and my siblings they didn't go anywhere. My older brother was still around slipping slowly into madness.
Where the fuck were you?!? Where were you when my sister moved out to get herself knocked up after dropping out of High School? Where will you be if her boyfriend ever walks away?
Where were you when my little brother couldn't deal with our dad's death and became such a horrible person him and my mom almost killed each other. My little brother more literally than her.
Where were you when my mom sold the home my dad bought for them to grow old in together for a lot less than it was worth because the only other option was having the bank take it and living on the streets.
When my older brother was living on the streets of Portland being a street kid and taking things that have left him a paranoid tweaking mess where the fuck were you any of you even to stop by and have a cup of coffee.
Where are you now when my mom struggles with depression and I am the only thing standing between her and losing yet another roof over her head?
So fuck you I don't care what your kids are doing and I don't want you on my goddamn Facebook anymore. I had fucking hoped that maybe you were reaching out maybe you felt bad about breaking your promise to my family. My shattered broken family. Fuck you.
They all dropped money into a savings account to help out my mom because while me and my older brother were off doing our own things him the hippy trail me a soldier she still had our younger siblings to raise in their now even more difficult teen years.
Every damn one of them came up to me and my family and swore fucking swore they wouldn't abandon my family after this. They would be around to help out and to care and try to make up for the loss.
That day is the last time we saw any of them. Oh I have bumped into one or two of them and had a very awkward, "Oh hi it's you" conversation with them eyeing their cars and almost running for them. One of them even deigned to invited me to his Facebook page so I can hear him bragging about his kids.
You know what fuck all of you. Fuck you really truly fuck you. I didn't expect any support I didn't expect any help I was an adult with a kid of my own. On top of which I was living in another state on the other end of the country it was obvious I was not going to be close to them. My mom and my siblings they didn't go anywhere. My older brother was still around slipping slowly into madness.
Where the fuck were you?!? Where were you when my sister moved out to get herself knocked up after dropping out of High School? Where will you be if her boyfriend ever walks away?
Where were you when my little brother couldn't deal with our dad's death and became such a horrible person him and my mom almost killed each other. My little brother more literally than her.
Where were you when my mom sold the home my dad bought for them to grow old in together for a lot less than it was worth because the only other option was having the bank take it and living on the streets.
When my older brother was living on the streets of Portland being a street kid and taking things that have left him a paranoid tweaking mess where the fuck were you any of you even to stop by and have a cup of coffee.
Where are you now when my mom struggles with depression and I am the only thing standing between her and losing yet another roof over her head?
So fuck you I don't care what your kids are doing and I don't want you on my goddamn Facebook anymore. I had fucking hoped that maybe you were reaching out maybe you felt bad about breaking your promise to my family. My shattered broken family. Fuck you.
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