June 2, 2009
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Eighty-Sixed
Long time readers know that I hate two people, one being my cousin (who is actually dead now, so I guess we can take him off the list) and the other is my mother’s evil to the core sister. Well, as I wrote the other day, my mom’s brother died and tonight was the wake. My mom’s evil to the core sister hates me and I hate her. Her daughter hates me as well and her daughter’s husband hates me because he has to, however I think he only hates me out of spousal obligation. Honestly, I the only one I hate is my mom’s evil to the core sister.
Well tonight was my uncle’s wake. I actually talked with my cousin and her husband ever so slightly. And at the end of the night she said “come on cousin, how many years has it been” (its been 9 1/2, but honestly, who’s keepin track) and gave me a hug. Next she brought her mom over to me and she gave me a hug and a kiss as well. Yes, it burned, but that was because she was sticking a cigarette into my back. Wait. No she wasn’t. Also, it made my skin crawl. I still hate her. That is never going to change. But, I will give her credit. I always said that if there would be some sort of reconciliation with her, it would have to come from her. She would have to make the first move. And she did. I commend her and give her credit for doing it.
Not that there is going to be some sort of lovefest between us though. But, at least now we don’t have to ignore each other at family gatherings, which lately is happening all too frequently as this was the 3rd person who had died in my family in the last 2 months.
As for my other cousin who I posted about the other day, I felt extremely guilty about not letting her stay here with her loser husband. That being said, I was determined to stick to my guns. Sunday I found out that they were down to the last person they were going to ask and if they were told no, then they were going to stay in their car for the time they were here. I felt awful, but I still was not going to budge. Fortunately, they were able to stay at that person’s house and alls well that ends well.
