Found Out Like a Stranger…
I am angry and sad tonight. I need to vent..
Tonight, I was talking to my neighbor about a death in his family, and while looking up the notice, I found my auntās death notice. My actual aunt. My uncleās wife. A woman who was part of my childhood. She lived with Granny Frass. She was always there, part of the noise and bustle of my growing-up years.
And nobody thought I needed to know.
Not a call. Not a text. Not a word.
And the worst part? Bully knew. Franny knew.
They sat on it.
Deliberately.
I rang my cousin in absolute shock, stumbling through my condolences. I was genuinely upset, not just for the loss, but for the sheer cruelty of being left out. And it turns out, Saul( my other brother) didnāt know either. He was pissed, as he bloody should be.
And then, the kicker.
These same so-called family members who didnāt even have the decency to let us knowā¦ were front row and center at the funeral. Dressed in their best, faces set, like butter wouldnāt melt in their mouths. Mourning publicly while stabbing family quietly in the back. Bloody hypocrites.
I am so angry I can barely type.
What kind of cold, two-faced people do this? What kind of twisted, bitter, power-hungry cowards decide who gets to grieve and who doesnāt? Who gets included and who gets ghosted like they never existed?
Itās not grief that breaks families, itās this.
This petty, poisonous behavior rots a family tree from the inside out.
And let me be crystal clear:
I see you.
Every one of you playing the holy mourner at the top of the church steps while deliberately excluding people you didnāt think mattered enough to tell.
Youāre not fooling anyone worth a damn.
I donāt want your apologies.
I donāt want your half-arsed excuses.
I want you to own your nastiness and wear it proudly, because God knows, you earned it.
Tonight Iāve been reminded why I keep my distance.
And you can be damn sure Iāll be calling it out from now on.
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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