#listen. we used to have glass paraphernalia. but over time literally all of it broke.

[giantkillerjack]

My weed tolerance is so high that my one-hitter barely does anything for me anymore, but our tiny ugly unbreakable silicone bong fills me with unbridled love for the power of friendship in about 5 minutes. Maybe I should invest in one of them big fuck-off bongs. I just want to use this flower efficiently! Medicating chronic pain isn't cheap! - I wonder if they make really big silicone bongs. It's okay if they're not the prettiest. No one in this house should be trusted with glassware, myself least of all!*

*okay maybe the pitbull least of all but still

[lexihoops]

Relief.

That was the initial feeling I had when I got the text that you were dying. Then, shame for feeing that relief.

You beat the living hell out of my mother her entire childhood until she had to go live with your mom. You allowed her to be molested and beaten growing up. You verbally and emotionally abused and used her endlessly as an adult and broke her spirit.

You abused my uncle; beat him so badly as a baby that he needed a glass eye for the rest of his life. He beared the brunt of your physical abuse growing up, you also broke his arm. I have photos of him with black eyed as a kid too. You shot him, instead of my mom because you were angry she was leaving to go live with her husband. You would have shot her, had she not been holding baby me and Bill didn't step into the path as she left.

You burned your house down for insurance money and sat in our living room across the street watching it burn, trying to make us your accomplis'. Watching you get sentenced to prison for that was my first time seeing how toxic you truly were. You showed no remorse and tried to blame it all on your dead brother.

You beat my grandfather. You verbally, mentally and physically assulted him. Used him for every dime he had. And then left his funeral bill unpaid. There's a reason he wanted to be buried next to his first wife, and not you.

You taught me at 12 yrs old that I was fat. You fed me diet pills in secret and gave me an eating disorder and a distorted view of myself.

You attempted to turn me against my own mom several times. When I spent the night at your house as a kid..that was supposed to be my escape from the hell and abuse my mom was living through with my stepdad. Instead, you would make me listen to a police scanner as we went to bed "to see if there are any police or ambulance calls to your house".

Every gift or gesture came with a price. Or having it thrown in your face that help was given. I can't accept gifts or help from even my fiance without anxiety now. I even hate getting birthday gifts to this day, bc of this.

You called a military base my dad was stationed at and pretended to be a relative saying that you died...just to get my mom to fly home and see you even though she cut ties with you.

You left me a voicemail threatening me that you had a gun when my son was a baby bc I wouldn't give in to your drama and let you use me.

You threw yourself down the stairs and broke your arm, on purpose, in front of my kids, when my mom and stepdad had enough of you living off of them and treating them like shit in their own home. They moved from GA to OK to get away from you, and had been here a year before you realized they were even gone.

When you found out your granddaughter was gay, you called her a "dyke" behind her back. & Insulted her and her brother after their father (your son's) funeral.

You tried to turn my cousin against his own mother. This is why he hasn't spoken to you in 15+ years.

All 4 of your grandchildren want nothing to do with you, neither do your great grandchildren. Your daughter died and didn't want you to know or be invited to her funeral.

You "poor mouth" to anyone who will listen and hand you money. If they have none to give, you talk about them like they're dirt behind their back. If they give you money, it's spent on lotto scratchers and fast food.

This is just a handful of memories I have.

Your only living child just wants to tell hospice to let you die so it can all be over and we can all heal.

I celebrate your impending death, and welcome the healing it will bring the whole family.

You are racist. Homophobic. Anti-Semitic. You literally brag about our trashy family history with the kkk and had racist paraphernalia around the house. You used racist slurs constantly as we grew up. You call my Mexican cousin and their dad "spics" behind their backs to this day.

You are toxic. You are evil.

Generational Trauma ends with you.

Essie Whetstone, good riddance. I truly hope that if there is a hell, you burn in it.