I need to vent....

[Romulus9]

I have a family full of idiots.

I'm not speaking in hyperbole here. On both sides combined, in the 'immediate family' category, there's only two or three that I can stand for more than ten consecutive minutes.

Having a death in the family in February also means having to deal with the estate mess which, when completed will alleviate plenty of financial issues, but currently does nothing more but reveal the ugly, true colors of the people that I share some genetic material with... and the morons that they married. Not the least of which is Gwen, who married my uncle, and is the primary factor in the entire family having absolutely no functional, real relationships within it since 1988. The fact that this woman's first husband couldn't take anymore and ended up taking himself out... and that too is a very real fact... is not surprising. The only surprise is that he didn't take the miserable cunt with him before he did so. She is the reason that my cousin, who is essentially my brother (and the son of my dad's twin brother), and his father had no real relationship while he grew up, spoke three times in a period of ten years, and upon being reconnected have only occasional contact and a connection that is limited at best and even that is on the surface, never reaching any actual depth. She has two sons, both of whom refuse to speak to her and blame her for the death of their father. My grandmother, who passed in February, is one of the most loving Christian women ever born. She found the good in everyone. She loved everyone. Gave of her time and money and anything and everything else until her final days at 89... and she couldn't stand Gwen. That wretch of a human being went nearly two decades without setting foot in my grandmother's home, and then had the audacity to say that she wishes they'd had a real relationship over the years and generally passed the blame on. She confiscated my uncle's testicles right after their wedding. She takes over anything and everything nearby, even if it has nothing to do with her, and the final straw was their joint decision to do as they pleased with the funeral and do things that were explicitly against my grandma's wishes.

There is infinitely more that I can say. But I won't. What I will say is that I don't hate anyone. But my disdain for this human being is as close to hate as it can be without being hate. When her time arrives, it has been decided that I will rent the dance floor and my cousin will go buy all of the booze. I don't drink, so it's all his. But I'll offer a toast. And then I'll return to my basement office and play "We Are the Champions" at full volume on a loop for at least an hour, and eat a celebratory meal of chicken fettuccine Alfredo from Padrino's, a local Italian restaurant that makes the best version of that dish that I have ever had (it's all in the sauce), which will make it a nearly perfect day.

Ahhhh. That helped.