Another in a series of insults

So the Evil sister sent an E-MAIL (an email for god's sake!) to ask if she could pick up the dining room table for our awful sister-in-law who is the pig who married my brother. We'd said she could have it but honestly thought it wasn't a great idea because she is, after all 'the tin roof on the trailer' ( in the section "my Dad Dies") and is certainly the most awful housecleaner in the world. That's not even true - she has no order in her house WHATSOEVER. My god, that table will be trashed in 2 years.
To continue: the evil sister wrote an email, did not wait for an answer, took her key and went into OUR house (it's ours now - we closed on the farm on November 5th!) and took the dining room table. She set off our alarms, and we all got called and by the time someone got there to check it out, the house was neatly locked up and the table was gone. Good God! She couldn't pick up a phone. What is wrong with her?

I LOVE this letter! This was written by the good sister: Oh, I wish she would send this to that evil sister of ours.


What the hell is the matter with you? Did you forget how to use a phone?

Shame on me for not checking my e-mail on a daily basis.

I don'’t/didn’'t expect that my own sister would walk into (what is now) my home and help herself to whatever was there without talking to me first.

Ever heard of talking? Either in person or on the phone?

What you did is no less than breaking and entering. Do you suppose I would ever do that to you? Or to anyone? It is so unbelievable that you did this. I have never known anyone (except-now- for you), who would actually do to anyone, let alone one of their own siblings – what you just did.

What the hell is the matter with you? Can’'t you dial a phone number? Are you so broke you can’'t afford a long distance call? Maybe you’'re too busy raising children that have no relationship to you or anyone. Or maybe you are so controlled by that pompous ass you married that you are too afraid any longer to be up front with anyone, and have to sneak into a house that no longer belongs to you and sneak out with something that also doesn'’t belong to you?

By the way, I said you could have the “Morris Chair”. I hope you took that too. I hope your fat fuck of a companion doesn'’t sit on it. It will be ruined in 5 years or less, as will that amazing table that Mom refinished and that we had all our holiday dinners around for 30 or more years, where we all played games after the meals or after the presents were opened. I know you saw the environment it went into. It killed me to have to give it to that evil bitch (who beat her step children when they were little and used them as her personal maids. I wonder when a cat box was last changed since they left. I wonder when someone actually did a load of laundry. I wonder why it bothers me). You saw the environment you took that beautiful piece of furniture into. You know I'’m right.

It crossed my mind to ask you for your key(s) to the farm house when we signed the papers, but I didn’'t because I never thought it would be an issue. It never occurred to me that I wouldn'’t get a phone call from someone to ask when and where we could coordinate this transfer. It never occurred to me that you -of all people -would not call and talk to me.

Shame on me for not checking my e-mail. What an idiot I am.

I will put the “Morris Chair” in the garage. You can pick it up on a Monday or Tuesday. By then the locks will be changed and when the alarms go off, the police will be called. I do not ever want to hear from or see you ever again.

Since Mom died, you have caused me the greatest pain that I have ever experienced. Having that crap religious funeral for her (officiated by someone who never even knew her) would have been bad enough, but then you tried to hide it from --(this blog writer) and ---(the good brother) and me. You told our aunts and cousins and probably your own children to not tell us about it, and then you lied to people telling them that we didn’'t “want to be there”. I cannot express to you the pain this has caused me.

----, you put an announcement in the paper. DO YOU THINK I AM ILLITERATE? DO YOU THINK MY FRIENDS ARE? Can you possibly imagine the pain and humiliation I experienced by having to tell my friends that the announcement in the paper was the first I’'d heard about a service for my mother, and that I was apparently not supposed to know about it, that I was not invited, and apparently not welcome there? ----, we had a family meeting on Thursday Feb 13. You said not a word. Neither did ---(Brother1) or ---(Brother2). Obviously, you told them not to. When I asked ---(good brother) about it on Saturday, the 14th, he’'d not heard a word either. He also had to answer questions from co-workers. Not that it would matter to or bother you, but he was also extremely embarrassed and humiliated by the whole experience.

Almost a year has passed. I miss Mom every day.

I don't miss you a bit.

Good-bye

Your ex-little sister
----(the good sister)