My mum and dad came to visit at the weekend.
It was lovely to have them here - I really enjoyed it.
That was until yesterday afternoon!
I went with them to put some flowers on K’s grave and when we got there I noticed 3 women at his grave.
At first I never thought much about it - quiet often you find people looking at other gravestones so at first I wasn’t particularly fazed.
As I got out of the car I noticed that one of these women were bending down in front of the headstone and she was shovelling soil!
I thought “what the fuck is she doing?”
Then with a pounding heart I realised who it was. It was his bitch from hell sister. The one who caused all the trouble after he died.
My initial thought was to kill her - but then I thought - I’m better than that - and she was probably expecting me to react like that.
So me and my mum stayed by the car as my dad wandered off to get some water for the flowers.
I kept saying to my mum “what ever she is planting will be dug straight back up” I knew what it was - poppy seeds! She had tried to give me them at the funeral but I wouldn’t take them from her!
She finished her planting and started to walk towards me - my mum grabbed my arm - but it was then that I realised I'm not the same person as I was - I’ve got no fight left in me - & by this point it was like I’d switched off.
She said to me “Katie how are you”
I turned to look and see where my dad was and noticed him walking back to K’s grave - so I just said “what the hell do you care how I am - you’ve not spoken to me for 3 years” and walked over to my dad. He told me to stay calm but I was.
I heard her talking to my mum but I just got on putting my flowers in the pot, chatting to my dad.
She came back over and flung her rotten little arms around me and said “sorry” so I launched into how disgusted I was that they had ignored us blah bloody blah - I told her about H and her supposed cousin and how she had been told by the cousin that she was no longer a member of the family - how that H had been told that from the day K died they wanted nothing more to do with us…I told her about the blog entry calling us bitches and that we had no right to have him buried. I said “This is the reason he is buried - so I can come here when ever I want if he’s been cremated and scattered over a mountain in Wales - like they wanted - I would never have been able to give him flowers or go talk to him when things get tough!"
Unbeknown to me my mum and told a little white lie and said we still go down almost every day - well I go down once every 2 weeks so it’s not that much of a fib.
She just kept saying that I already knew how weird his family were and that most of them hadn’t spoken to each other in the 3 years since he died.
I went on about how my ex mother in law said H had turned his funeral into a ‘chimpanzees tea party’ she said she didn’t know that she had said that - but then she said we all say things in grief! So I said “exactly yet you all jumped on H for shouting back at you when you had all harassed her over a flipping limo!”
She just nodded her head!
I said to her “have you any idea what we all went through? H saw him die in front of her eyes - none of you thought about that you just all wanted it your own way!”
She said she was “sorry” again but again it was just empty words.
To round off she said she would be in touch and that my ex father in law had - and I love this bit “expressed a wish to see his granddaughters and great grandchildren” I’ll leave that up to H & B - as far as I’m concerned it’s all over now. I never want to see any of them again.
Sounds like the ex father in law is on his last legs but as for the mad bitch ex mother in law - she is the one that stopped him from making contact with us apparently!
Oh this has dragged up so much I thought I’d well and truly left behind.
Now I’m going to get ready for my night out with my neighbour before starting back at work tomorrow and that is a tale for another day.
