My sister-in-law died Tuesday morning. She was my husband's eldest sister. The very first time I met her was at Kaiser Hospital in San Rafael 38 years ago. She had tubes running down her nose. She told me, "It's nice to meet you, I've looked better."
I thought the comment cute but somewhat out of place. Nobody expects anybody to look glamorous while lying in a hospital bed. Looks and appearances were very important to Acid.
I will be skipping and jumping all over as I've been running the gamut of emotions and associated family dynamics that are six generations deep. Yes. I said it. Six generations deep. I've known my husband's family for SIX generations of women. How many of you out there have personally known family members that spanned six generations? I'm guessing not many. Does that make me an expert? NO! What that does make me is a very keen observer in how family karma and issues are passed down. There are patterns that play out generation after generation. The eldest female of Clan Whack-O I met was born in 1896. The newest female was born in 2017. ALL of them live(d) in Sonoma and Marin Counties.
My sister-in-law had a name that one does not hear everyday. It's not over-the-top weird, but it is not a name that is widely used. When I was texting one of my CA besties letting her know what was going on with us (my friend lives up the street and the noticed the flurry of cars and people) autocorrect spelled my late sister-in-law's name as ACID.
Yup. That about fits it perfectly.
Acid was the family enabler and head feces re-arranger (a.k.a. $h*+ disturber). Acid has been mentioned several times over the seventeen year span of this blog. Acid had two daughters, whom I refer to as Cain and Abel. Cain, over the course of her life, would spend time in jail for various reasons ranging from voter fraud to stealing to auto theft to lord-only-knows-what-else.
Cain would neglect her children to the point where the authorities had to be involved, drink herself into a drunken stupor and then trip at the doorway of Safeway.....and then SUE Safeway for selling a 50 year-old woman liquor (Safeway should have KNOWN better to sell liquor to an adult with a valid identification). They just wanted a cash settlement from Safeway for more booze money.
Oh, we have not even mentioned where Cain felt up her preteen nephew at a holiday family dinner function and Acid took the side of Cain (oh, it should be excused as Cain had too much to drink to which I said -- BULLSH*T!
That was the end of it for me. I don't care how much booze you've had. You don't feel up your preteen nephew as the 45 year-old aunt at a holiday dinner (or any dinner for that matter) and not expect repercussions from the rest of us wanting to toss Cain out into the street IMMEDIATELY.
Again, I am the BAD GUY for holding Cain accountable and ruining the holiday dinner and telling her she is a sick f***! Somebody had to stick up for my nephew, who is the victim of incest and sexual assault. Yup. I am the one exiled from Clan Whack-O along with my husband and kids. What a blessing. When my kids got married it was a few less wild cards at their weddings as we did not invite them to either one.
Whew. Bullet dodged. Anyway, I'm getting off track.
All of this child molestation, alcoholism, child neglect that Cain did was excused by Acid. Cain was NEVER responsible for ANYTHING. Acid would defend Cain to a fault. I dared to speak up to the dysfunction only to be shot down. I never played into their sick little dysfunction game and never coddled nor enabled Cain; therefore, I was the "bad guy" and continue to be to this day.
As you can tell, Cain could do no wrong. Cain is the Sim character you want to put in the pool and then remove the pool ladder so the character drowns.
Where was Abel during all of this? She was rescuing both Acid and Cain from whatever she could because she is also an enabler of sorts.
Well, well, well...........Acid is no longer around to enable Cain. Cain is grasping at straws wondering what is next. Her meal ticket and defender has died.
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