May 27th, 2007

My Mother, Mary, passed away today. It was expected, but still a bit of a shock. I guess what they say is true "You are never really prepared for someone's death".

She is back east in Indiana and I won't be attending the funeral. She was mentally and physically abusive to me when I was child. Her mental abuse toward me continued until the day she died.

My Father literally kidnapped me when I was very young... and we hid out 1/2 way across the country..... to get me away from my Mother and her EVIL sister's abuse. Back then they had this law "A woman's inalienable right to her child". My Dad could not even get his side of the story heard in court. I owe my life and my sanity (HUSH DINGY!!!!) to my Dad.

My Mother and her sister have this very sick, twisted, demented relationship. This sister and her husband are referred to as the family's "death circling vultures". They prey on the sick, dying and lonely. Although they never allowed her to reap any of the rewards, My Mother played thier Court Jester her entire life.

I could write a book of the horrors those two TWISTED SISTERS put me through.... maybe someday I will. Instead of MOMMY DEAREST... I think I'll call it "Mommy and Auntie Demented".

In the meantime, instead of attending my Mother's funeral..... I'm going to New Mexico to put flowers on my Dad's grave.

I know its wrong to speak ill of the dead. And a part of me feels quilty for having so little feelings of grief. The other part of me feels a stronger obligation to my Dad and what he risked to get me safely away from my Mother and her sister, Alice.

Alice, you didn't win. I had a wonderful life. My Dad provided me with a loving, safe, home. I never wanted for anything. He made sure I had the best education he could afford. I have a wonderful husband, fantastic kids. A beautiful grandchild. A successful business. My dream Home. I did all this while you wasted your life trying to set up your next victim. Had it not been for the mental torture, and threats you and my Mother threw at me, my Dad would not have been forced to kidnap me and I would not have had the opportunities in life that I have been given. I guess in a way I should Thank the two of you....but I won't. I find it difficult to say a kind word about anyone who so viciously and maliciously mentally abuses a child.

I suppose when you look at it realistically..... in a family if 15 (that is not a typo FIFTEEN natural) siblings... a couple of bad apples is to be expected. And Auntie Alice... YOU are rotten to the core.

Mother, I hope you do rest in Peace and the hold that Alice had over you has been lifted, and her reign of terror is now defused.