When my sister graduated three years ago, my uncle came to her graduation with my great aunt. They didn't even go to the gym where it was, they watched through the stream in the auditorium. They didn't even stay to see Ashley. My aunt and uncle stopped talking to us for no reason. One day, while I was taking Effexor, I called my uncle and screamed at him. I asked him why he left us. He didn't really say much and was dismissive. He called my mom right after saying he was "disturbed". I called the next day and screamed again. Although I was screaming and crying, I wasn't really insulting him. I was just trying to ask a question. It's hard for me to confrontational without being emotional. This second phone call, he started to get really rude. He even admitted to breaking off communication. He said I wasn't responsive to his reaching out to me, which is true. It was hard to me to connect with him. I'm scared of adult men. My mom's boyfriend hit me a few times.
One of my worst memories was when we lived with him. He asked my sister and I if we wanted to go to the beach. We both said no. Afterwards my sister screamed at me. She said "why aren't you going with him? Why are you just going to stay home?" So we went in the car when he was still in the house. He gets into the car and screams at me. "Why did you lie to me you little pussy? Don't you dare fucking lie to me." I had done nothing wrong. I was just trying to please him and my sister, yet I got screamed at me. Then he apologized saying, "I'm sorry, I know you're sensitive and I should be more careful." He was wrong though. Although I was sensitive, that wasn't the issue. It was the fact that both him and my sister had asked me to do something and I got "in trouble" even though I did nothing wrong.
After my uncle said this, he started to insult me. He said I was "deranged" just like my father. My father who left me and helped turned my family's life to shit. At this point, I was in a rage. I screamed "FUCK YOU" into the phone and threw it on the floor. My uncle is a fat piece of shit and I think nothing of him. I hate his guts. He did nothing to help my mother. He is a horrible parent that screams at his children every day. I would love to go to his house right now and demand my bank account that he has with me, even though it isn't his money. It was his mother's money. I know it isn't mine either, but I fucking deserve it.
After this phone call, my great aunt wrote a horrible letter to my mother blaming her for everything. She said we gave them the "kiss of death". What a fucking moron, what 79 year old talks like that. I called her on the phone and she basically blamed my mom for everything that happened. It's funny because my uncle admitted to breaking off communication, since I wasn't responsive to him. They are both assholes. How dare my great aunt talk to my mother like that. She also said she had been there for us. Bullshit. That cunt was never there for us. One day, my mother was extremely sick and she couldn't care less. Those fat pieces of shit can live their lives out miserably. How dare anyone treat a sick woman like that. How dare they cut off communication when we need help and then expect us to talk to them afterwards. They said communication needed to get better both ways. Fuck that. Admit what you do wrong don't be a little bitch and blame someone else. Well not little there are morbidly obese and have self-induced diabetes.
This is one reason being thin is a such a huge priority for me.
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