Last night, my 13 year old sister Tinkerbelle messaged me from TN on a social media site. She’s not allowed to speak to me because my Stepmonster thinks I’m the devil. Why? Because when they lived in FL, Stepmonster kicked out her other daughter Frizzabelle (that would be my biofather’s kid by his prior marriage - the one Stepmonster ruined, by the way, as the babysitter who slept with him and stole him from his wife), Frizza came to live with me up north and I made the horrible mistake of loving her and making her happy.
When my red-headed Stepmonster (yes, real red hair) and biofather heard this, they bullied my gay sister Frizza into writing a letter saying I was allowing her to do drugs and have sex with boys which they then presented to the court. Naturally, the court took her from New England and returned Frizza to her parents in FL…who had moved out of state without her. Frizza lived with her grandparents (who also didn’t want her) for six months until I got her back. When I attempted to secure medical resources for her, my state realized how badly FL had mangled the paperwork (they gave me neither guardianship nor custody but had me as a quasi-in loco parentis until her parents could be located and a more official decision could be rendered); my state didn’t want to foot the bill so….they drop kicked her back to FL and she got to live in a group home for two damn years.
See how shitty I am?
Tinkerbelle hates how they treat her but I am a pariah. She has begged me to get her but they made it clear how they would harm me and her if I came around. My hands are tied. So, Tink messaged me last night because she wants to audition for one of the singing reality shows. Both of her parents have told her not to bother because she can’t sing and would never make it. Awesome.
This morning, my best friend called to tell me her father died.
He had been battling …shit, everything cancer for the past year. It was in his digestive system, then suddenly, his throat, eyes, brain. It devoured him.
This man always smiled. He always had a silly joke or pun. If you needed help, his hands were first, he didn’t even ask. He came into their lives shortly after my best friend’s little brother was born and never had a thought about leaving. Those two weren’t his kids but you’d never know it; he treated them better than the Pope treats the word of God.
So then…why does he leave and my father, who has fought and beat cancer three times, has every hepatitis from A to Z and some with numbers…why does the good one go and the hateful one stay?
When my red-headed Stepmonster (yes, real red hair) and biofather heard this, they bullied my gay sister Frizza into writing a letter saying I was allowing her to do drugs and have sex with boys which they then presented to the court. Naturally, the court took her from New England and returned Frizza to her parents in FL…who had moved out of state without her. Frizza lived with her grandparents (who also didn’t want her) for six months until I got her back. When I attempted to secure medical resources for her, my state realized how badly FL had mangled the paperwork (they gave me neither guardianship nor custody but had me as a quasi-in loco parentis until her parents could be located and a more official decision could be rendered); my state didn’t want to foot the bill so….they drop kicked her back to FL and she got to live in a group home for two damn years.
See how shitty I am?
Tinkerbelle hates how they treat her but I am a pariah. She has begged me to get her but they made it clear how they would harm me and her if I came around. My hands are tied. So, Tink messaged me last night because she wants to audition for one of the singing reality shows. Both of her parents have told her not to bother because she can’t sing and would never make it. Awesome.
This morning, my best friend called to tell me her father died.
He had been battling …shit, everything cancer for the past year. It was in his digestive system, then suddenly, his throat, eyes, brain. It devoured him.
This man always smiled. He always had a silly joke or pun. If you needed help, his hands were first, he didn’t even ask. He came into their lives shortly after my best friend’s little brother was born and never had a thought about leaving. Those two weren’t his kids but you’d never know it; he treated them better than the Pope treats the word of God.
So then…why does he leave and my father, who has fought and beat cancer three times, has every hepatitis from A to Z and some with numbers…why does the good one go and the hateful one stay?
