Sellouts are Not Family
If I am related to someone and they are good to me I just do not get to
see them. It is a long story but it is true. From 1974 to 2008 my
and I were tricked and pushed into making trips to Southern California to see a
bunch of phonies. The ringleader was a dumb dangerous b*tch
who led a bunch of control freaks. She was a gold digger.
They did not come to see us since I was in ninth grade. After that they
even would make trips a few times a
year through the same exact town we live in without seeing us at all.
They never made any effort go get to know us. We were like trip objects
to them. In fact they knew us about as much as people who had known us
a week. Near the end we saw a "family video" they had made that had
probably 200 photos of them and maybe three of us. It was a movie made out
of photos. It was lame. And it was so obvious that we meant nothing to them. Heck I think the few photos of us were from twenty years previous.
They talked always about being a "family" to the exclusion of us. Then
again they tied us up so much the last time we were down there in 2008 that
we had no chance to go to a family grave yard. Then again that was the last
time we could go down there and we are never going back to that part of the
They were horrible gift givers but they expected perfect gifts from us.
They would blow up at us
over good gifts. Then again some of their gifts to us went straight to the
trash by 1998. I sure felt better during the first
birthday and Christmas cycle after they were gone.
I never miss them. They were a waste of time. That comes to mind.
They expected us to come and see them regardless of work or school
responsiblities. When we dumped them it was like being really sick and
starting antibiotics. Speaking of that there was one time I had mono
really bad and I had been in urgent care twice in a week. They expected
me to drop everything and drive right down there like that. And they
expected us to move down there at the drop of a hat. They sucked
at almost everything they did and not just their jobs. Now that this
has been over ten years ago I sit and think "I could have had tons of
photos from Corpus Christi to San Diego." And "I could have gone to
some other part of the country instead." I wish I had I10 covered
strongly from Phoenix to San Antonio. I love Willcox, Arizona and
Benson, Arizona as much as Wells, Nevada. And the same for Lordsburg,
New Mexico. I wanted a lot more variety of photos for my audience
They barely knew about my site or my travels because they never tried
to know us. They were not interested. As the years went on they
got worse and worse. I always figured it would be over with them at
point. Deep down inside I never liked them. And I wondered how they had
any decent friends at all. I got into genealogy because of this. I got
into genealogy in 2001 because I missed my ancestors. Our ancestors had
been good to us unlike these people. When I was growing up I could tell
that the other kids and adults I knew could have trouble with family
but not like what we ran into with these idiots. I hope no one on my
site goes through stuff like this ever. Also one time I wanted to meet with
someone with a similar site (Andy Field) in person. I was in Southern California but I
was too tied up to meet him.