Happy November

There was nothing special in grandma´s will. Except that my dead uncle´s children were entitled only to their father´s part that was accorded by the law. Everything was supposed to be right, legally. Now the kids, my cousins, are not accepting the will. Basically, JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN. They just want to delay the process because they´re pure evil. This is just the kind of a stunt I expected them to pull. Although I hoped that for grandpa´s sake they wouldn´t. I honestly don´t understand that after all the misery they put them thru they still do everything in their power to make things worse. This is just making me so sad and fucking angry.

"Hi grandpa, I wanna come to see grandma in the hospital with you..." one of them would call. "This wasn´t such a good idea after all..." they would call the day they´re supposed to come. And grandma was expecting them, meeting after so many years. But like all the other times, they let her down.. She never easily showed how much it hurt, but the heart ache was there. Not to mention the times before her illness, all the bad talk, all the hidden tears...

Oh, I´ve had my share. We all have. I used to care. I would spend hours thinking what I did wrong to deserve to be treated like that. I stopped it 5 years ago. I tried... I tried to contact them, I tried everything but nothing was good enough. I then decided that I, and everyone else, deserve better. After that I would still say hello and maybe even have a word with them if I saw them at the market. I spoke 5 words to them at the funeral. I had absolutely nothing to say to them. I was quite surprised they even showed up. Actually, I have a lot of things to say but I have better ways to waste my energy. I will never speak to them again. And I mean never. Mom told me she had seen one of the kids and they had spoken...just casual hellos and how are yous. I couldn´t care less. I can be as childish as I want to be and not speak with them, greet or even lay my eyes on them. Thinking of them makes me sick in the stomach. Why do I bother myself about something I have no control over...

Things got bad after my uncle died. I wonder where kids, all around age 10, get the influence to ruin relationships with grandparents. It all begins from home. There´s no need to dig into this any deeper but if I, being the same age with them, am mature enough to understand the past is the past, why can´t they just let it go... But if this is what they want, let them have it. I can play this game too. Actually I´m over playing games. They don´t exist to me anymore. The easiest way to continue my life without grandma. I just wish they would put an end to this unnecessary drama and let grandpa grief in peace. Please let grandma rest in peace.