Hey everyone! Welcome to my little world. This blog is basically about my life; my work, voluntering, thoughts and feeling and the occasional rant. I also share my photography and photoshop creations If you're bored enough to read more about me, check out the 'Hmm well… on the weekend I found out my aunty died on Christmas Eve and my mum asked if I could go to a little family get together this evening and I said I would. She said my ‘grandad’ would be there and I was a little hesitant because I can’t say we really get on all that great, never have, but I tried to put my feelings about it to the side, if I didn’t go my mum would be upset and it’s a little get together to remember my aunt by, from what I thought, anyway. Also, my Uncle G would be there, and he was travelling all the way from Australia, I had never met him before and it would be a great chance to.
Anyway… this evening I was umm’ing and arr’ing whether to go or not. I really didn’t want to because I didn’t want to be in the same room as my grandad, and I just didn’t feel up to going anyway. I was talking to Callum and he was trying to make me decide and in the end after a lot of fussing about, I decided to.
As soon as I walked in the room I was greeted by my Uncle K (aunts husband) and Uncle G (from Australia), both of them were lovely but Uncle K was a little quiet which was understandable. He was really upset because of my auns death, he said it was unexpected but we didn’t know when the funeral is, I didn’t want to ask. No one knew, don’t think a dates been arranged yet…
Anyway, mu ‘grandad’ (and I use that term lightly) was a total pig towards me, he didn’t say hello or ackowledge my presence at all. I tried to talk to him but he was ignoring what I said, when he asked a question to the group and I answered, he asked it again to the others, pretending like he didn’t hear me or whatever. He didn’t look at me. Didn’t say anything to me. It was like I just wasn’t there. First I was upset and embarrassed, then I just stopped trying and waited for him to talk to me. Ha. As if that was going to happen.
My mum keeps saying “he’s changed, he wants to get to know you, he misses you” etc…. it’s a load of rubbish. He doesn’t care. He never has. He has dislike me from the minute I was born and I don’t know why?? Because I “stole” his daughter, what sort of reason is that to hold a grudge for 20 years. I thought perhaps there was a slight possibilty we could move on from it all, how wrong I was.
*Sighs* Anyway… what family ISN’T complicated.
So now that’s two funerals I’m going to. One on Friday (my uncle R, from my dads side, who died the weekend before Christmas) and Aunty P, from my mums side, who died on Christmas eve. Bad end to the year, and a bad start.
