Don't read if you don't want to get pissed off...you know who you are

First off, this is a PUBLIC blog and if you don't like what I have to say...then don't read it. Second, if you do continue to read...it's my thoughts and opinions alone and if you have a problem with any of it...then come to me. Unless you can't face the truth. Man oh man...it never stops does it?? When you think things are finally good, they are not. Let me explain.. Yesterday was my mom's birthday, she passed away Jan 13th 2010. My dad had said that he wanted to spread her ashes over the Montana Mountains as that was her wish. He did invite myself and her family but did not want any drama. I asked if I could ride on the back of the bike with him, and was told numerous times that NO ONE would ride on the back of the bike except for my mom. Well, when he showed up at my house his new wife, Brittani was on the back of the bike. At first I was so pissed off at the both of them that I couldn't even look at them. However, I let it go for the day since it was for my mom...not about us. This is what was supposed to happen, we were to spend the day driving into Montana and going to a spot that she loved. Well, we literally hit the Idaho Montana border and pulled off. We went up around a dirt road for about a mile and stopped. Well, we all get out of the cars and off the bikes and look around. The spot that was picked was literally right off the freeway and had a road right below where she was to be spread. Dad didn't even know it was there so it leads me to believe that wasn't the place she wanted to be spread. Anyways, we spread her ashes and then he and Brittani got on the bike and had to take off immediately to go pick up her daughter. Well, we let it go at that moment. My family and I went and had lunch then a few of us decided to go back and pick up some of her ashes and take them to a spot that she really would want to be at. It wasn't much, but it's enough. We toasted a shot to her and danced and sang some Cher. That is how she would have wanted it, not be thrown and left for good. Well, this morning I get a call from my aunt who tells me that my cousin recieved a voicemail from Brittani stating that and not word for word but close, "There are a few of Melinda's things that you and your mom may want because they are going into the yard sale and if you want them to come and get them before they are gone". Ok...how would you respond to that if you had just experienced what happened with her ashes and then her stuff was going in a yard sale???? Well, of course I got upset. However, I didn't just go over there and freak out like I wanted to. I calmed down and then called him to find out exactly what was in there. Well, I was told by him that it was just one picture and a coffee pot and toaster that was there and that he still had a small bit to go through with me. Well, sorry dad...but that was a lie. One of my aunts had already gone over there and picked up 2 pictures and she said that there were a few things that she seen that were my moms. Well my cousin went over there and was able to get 2 more pictures and had to buy a candle holder of my moms (since it was in the yard sale). My cousin got her ass chewed because she had relayed the voicemail to the family. I'm sorry, she was concerned that my moms stuff was being sold and it wasn't her that told me...it was my aunt. I guess that even if it was just a few pictures of hers, I should have got the call. Not my cousin, not ANYONE but me. I was her only child, so therefore I deserve that respect. If you want to keep reading you can....because I am letting it all out. Another thing that bothers me....just like I am doing now, Brittani blogs. Well sorry my dear, but you have your blog address on your Facebook info page there for it is for ANYONE to read. You say that we need to respect your privacy, well I'm sorry use a fake name or well here's a thought....DON'T PUT THE WEB PAGE OUT THERE FOR ANYONE TO READ. Make sense right. If it's a blog...it's to be read. That's what blogs are for. Just recently she and my dad have married and in one of her blogs she was upset that her family didn't show up to the wedding...but the "dead wifes family did.....awkward". Screw you. You are doing everything you did 6 months ago. You are posting because no one has tried to pick fights or anything because we wanted to have my father back and make things right. By posting things like this...how do you think we are going to feel? Guess what...after reading that I don't want to be around you anymore because God forbid...I don't want to make you feel "AWKWARD". You have succeeded my friend...in what ever you had planned a year ago....you won. Here's a few things that we all said would happen to dad last year...but yet we are the ones in the wrong for saying what we thought. 1) She got rid of all of moms stuff almost immediately after she moved into the house. I asked OVER AND OVER to get stuff but was told by my dad that "he wasn't ready", then to my suprise 2 of my aunts were called to go pick stuff all up. Guess what...I DIDN'T GET A FUCKING THING! When it's brought up now, they say "I" was the one not ready. Nope, sorry....DAD YOU WEREN'T READY UNTIL SHE MOVED IN AND GAVE YOU NO CHOISE! 2) She was slowly pushing family away. Guess what...it wasn't slow she played everyone against everyone and got her way. We were all pushed out of his life for months and when he wanted to make things better I fell into it. I wanted my dad back so I swallowed my pride and let a lot of my hurt feelings go. 3) She was planning a wedding, place to move, and getting pregnant only after a month of moving in. Guess what, not even a year later, they are married, she's pregnant, and they are moving to Florida. Wow...couldn't see that coming. I'm just done with it all. Once I have the rest of my moms stuff, I'm not going to be hurt by them anymore. They say they are done with us...well I am sorry, but I have only been the one to come back around. No one else......so I guess I am the one you are done with. Whatever. Have your misearble life down in Florida, because we all know you, Brittani, want to move back to Cali. Hopefully you break my dads heart now before he gives up his ENTIRE life for you then when you guys get to Florida and he has no one to pick up the pieces. It's just plain sad to all of us. All that matters, is that I have some of my moms ashes and we are going to take her to the most beautiful place in Montana that as a family we think she would have wanted to be. Not on a hillside, next to a road, ALONE. Maybe we will bury the rest of her next to grandma. Somehow, someway she will someday be at peace with the choice that her widowed husband has made...but I doubt it.