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My youngest sister, dead to me lo these many months, has written a letter to my mother. The letter arrived in Mom’s mailbox, which my other younger sister has access to. Written across the face of the envelope, words to the effect of, “Nursing staff, please ensure that this letter is seen only by Marilynn Schmalfeldt. It is for her eyes only.”
As my youngest sister wrote earlier tonight on Facebook…
So… my other younger sister and I have blocked her access to Muz. That explains all our efforts to get in touch with her after she blocked us from her e-mail, from her Facebook, from her telephone. That explains why she told my other younger sister “Go Fuck Yourself” and hung up on her when she called her at work to tell her Muz was in the Intensive Care Unit. That explains why we had to rely on nieces and nephews who still are “friends” with her daughter to tell her to tell her mother that Muz was in the hospital. That explains why I had to leave that snarky little note on her husband’s pretty birdie picture website… because we were BLOCKING her access to Muz, not trying to tell her HOW to get in touch with Muz.
As I said before, “Delusional Is as Delusional Does.”
Here’s the long, sad history.
On March 3, 2010, I was updating my blog links. She, henceforth to be known as my Sister Having Ideas That Her Espoused Asshole Dictates (SHITHEAD), had a blog at the time called Mixter’s Mix. I hadn’t checked the blog for quite some time, so I thought I’d take a peek and see if she was still blogging. There was this obnoxious bit, obviously written by her incipient husband, to whom I shall refer to as Atheist Scumbag Spreading His Obnoxious Lies Everywhere (ASSHOLE) that I thought was a bit on the snarky side, insulting the intelligence of people who dared to believe there might be a supreme being.
So, at 2:33 that afternoon, I posted this comment on her blog.
These are the words that have started the Third World War. Read them again. Scan them. SEARCH them for a HINT of aggression or my “telling anyone how to blog or what to do, say or believe”. Read the words and see if you can find ANYTHING other than a blogger’s brother expressing his opinion about a post his sister wrote.
Now, if you have a blog, and your blog has a comment section on it, then you should EXPECT to get comments from people who disagree with you, right? I get them all the time.
Within the hour, she responded angrily. And here’s where the weirdness starts. SHITHEAD checked her Sitemeter and noticed that my other still-living sister had looked at her blog the same morning I did. And that could mean only one thing! MY OTHER SISTER HAD FORCED ME TO WRITE SOMETHING NASTY ON SHITHEAD’S BLOG!
So, I responded at 4:01 pm, same afternoon. And you will notice by the items printed in “red” the times I tried to end the discussion on an upbeat and loving note.
And I honestly thought that would be the end of it. It was just the beginning!
At this point, ASSHOLE responded to my comment making some remark about how only stupid people believe in “my fucking bible.” And then SHITHEAD complemented it with her first OVERT accusation that my other sister had FORCED me to write something on her blog.
Did this soothe any feelings? Nope. ASSHOLE was at work here, driving the wedge between SHITHEAD and her family.
The next morning, I got this note from SHITHEAD.
This led to further exchanges between myself, SHITHEAD and ASSHOLE.
March 4, 2010 10:20 AM
I responded, of course…
Then, I added….
End of battle, right? You fool!
This from ASSHOLE.
Again, I tried to end it there. ASSHOLE wasn’t havin’ it.
After being told by ASSHOLE that I was a “Bad Brother” to SHITHEAD, I sent this to SHITHEAD.
Then she blocked me and my other sister from Facebook, closed her blog ENTIRELY, and hid. She blocked our access to her e-mail. She blocked our numbers from her phone, and she left us with absolutely NO WAY to get in touch with her if we would need to in an emergency.
Then… I got this e-mail from ASSHOLE.
OK. Now, I know ASSHOLE is not going to come all the way to Maryland to shove my walker up my ass. Gail would beat him to a fare-the-well for one thing. And for another thing, where’s he gonna get the money for a ticket? He doesn’t have a job.
And that’s where we’ll leave it. It’s been back and forth since then. When Mom almost died a month ago, we did our level best to inform SHITHEAD of this fact. We had a niece contact SHITHEAD’s daughter who then wrote back to my niece ordering the niece to “leave… us… alone!!!”
And now this letter to my mother, saying that we’ve “blocked” her access to Mom. The reason I said she had to contact ME to get the phone number and address is that I was NOT going to post the phone number and address on Facebook, or on ASSHOLE’s website of pretty birdie pictures. I tried TEXTING her. Rejected. I tried E-MAILING her. Rejected. So how in the HELL were WE BLOCKING her??
Now, when my youngest sister says she hopes SHITHEAD gets help, I disagree with her. I hope she stews in her delusions and misery. It will make it easier for ASSHOLE to steal every last dime from her and then dump her for a younger woman. And when that day comes, I hope her only options are to go live in a van down by the river. Can you imagine HER daughter being there for her the way my OTHER sister and Cindi when she was alive were there for Muz? Not me. She’ll drop SHITHEAD like a hot rock as soon as she becomes a burden.
And thus endeth the tale. I know I’m wordy. I know I’m a blowhard. I know that I can come off as obnoxious to some folks. But I love my family. I am loyal to my family. No wife, girlfriend or part-time fuck toy could ever turn me against my younger sister (who doesn’t want her name used), my little brother, my brothers and sisters in law, my children, their children or anyone else who shares the DNA that sprang from John and Marilynn Schmalfeldt. There’s something special about that.
You have to willingly throw away my love and my loyalty to lose it. As SHITHEAD has done.