Family, You Can Count On Them…To Stab You In The Back!

I’m trying to obtain my passport so that I can travel to Canada to get a break from odious Washington state.
To do that I had to get a couple of documents notarized at the local bank, due to the fact that I have a different last name than what is on my birth certificate.
Thats a bit of a story that I’ll save for another blog…but in short when my Mother & I had to flee California when I was 12 she was REAL concerned for our safety.
So, back to my documents.
I needed a witness for my documents to be notarized, so I had my Aunt, the one who took both my Mother & I in when we were fleeing her psycho brother all those many years ago. Yeah, those passport rules are a bitch!
It was real sad to see her.
My Aunt is now in her 80’s had an oxygen tank.
She was driven to the bank by my Cousin 😦 we both cannot stand each other.
Why? No idea, she decided that she wanted nothing to do with me to including treating me like I’m the foulest alien and so I reciprocated. Total bitch.
Try as I might to treat her with respect, guess what? She just isn’t having it. Rude & indifferent to the core.
My Aunt on the other hand was so nice to me. I really needed her for this because she had to verify that I was who I said I was due to the discrepancy in my last name.
Here is what makes my blood boil.
The whole procedure of getting the two documents notarized took only minutes. During this time the dear sweet Cousin didn’t even bother to sit & wait she just took off somewhere, who knows.
Auntie & me went over to the seating area to wait for Cruel-la (I mean Cousin Dearest) to return from her mysterious disappearance. It seems that Auntie had a document that needed to be notarized as well.
Once Broom Hilda returned I immediately got up & said my goodbye to Auntie.
Auntie had wanted me to stay until she had her document notarized, Cousin then says
“We have alot of appointments after this” (referring to the notary) with all the feeling of a lamp post.
I simply thanked them for their time, then left.
I was not happy at how I was treated.
But thats how Family can be. I have one of the most toxic families around.
A family that is cold, distant, and who has all the warmth of a walk in freezer.
When I returned back home I was livid!
I tried to call a couple of crisis lines but it didn’t help.
Here is what is going on in my head.
All of my life I’ve always felt that when you treat someone nice, that you’ll get it in return.
But! for some reason this just hasn’t been the case for me, and it’s caused some real serious trust issues.
And people! I’ve been though some serious shit in my life of the kind that really can send one running to the nearest mental hospital or institution. Or have me running to the nearest drug dealer because I have some serious issues to include losing one of my Parents to Cancer ( and w/o any comfort or support)
I now don’t trust anyone.
I now doubt that anyone is any damn good.
I don’t believe in love, so I therefore have definitely given up ever finding true love.
That shit is for TV or a fair tale.
It doesn’t exist in my life.
All I care about now is getting to Canada.
No, wait first get the job in Canada then move.
Perhaps I’ll feel better later.