After all the unnecessary angst, the trip to Chicago was very very nice. My mom was in heaven being with so much of her extended family that she doesn't see much anymore. And it was nice for me to get to know some family I never really knew at all. The drive was not too long but kind of boring (straight and nothing to see but a lot of cornfields). My dad did very well with the people we hired to come in and check in on him, and my aunt and uncle came by to see him several times. All in all, everything turned out beautifully.
Aunt Lucy's 90th birthday party was held at an Italian restaurant in Naperville and was just lovely. The food was delicious, the desserts were to die for, and Aunt Lucy had a wonderful time. She was so surprised by all who had come from out of town. There were pictures of her throughout the years from very young until now. Balloons that said 90 years old on them. She wore a lovely corsage. On every table were placards with things that happened the year she was born. No detail was left out. It was really special.
And then it happened. The fucking bitch cousin of mine who was not invited because she's a fucking bitch and is always getting in people's faces and causing trouble (and she's 48 years old!!) found out about the party. How? The bitch was snooping around on my Facebook page. She is not on my friends list and I have my FB page set to friends only, so I don't know how she did it, but she saw a post I made about being in Chicago for my aunt's 90th birthday party. Can you even guess what she did with this information? I bet you can't. Because normal people don't think this way or react this way. She called up 90 year old Aunt Lucy and SCREAMED at her. She ripped her up one side and down the other about not being invited to the party. She blamed her, she blamed my aunts son, she blamed my mother (!!), she blamed everyone but herself and her own fucked up behavior. She succeeded in upsetting Aunt Lucy greatly, but did not succeed in causing any regrets. In fact Aunt Lucy got a big dose of why it was the right move not inviting her. And she said that no matter what that fucked up bitch says, she cannot take away the beautiful time she had. OK, Aunt Lucy didn't call her a fucked up bitch, but I don't know what else to call her. Aunt Lucy said it was the best day of her life and nothing can take that away from her.
I can't remember if I have mentioned this before, but this is the cousin who lived with my Grandma and made her last years so miserable. She would yell at my Grandma that way, for no reason, and there was never anything we could do about it because my Grandma always defended her. It made me crazy. The woman is seriously disturbed and I hate her fucking guts. And whenever I think she is out of my life for good, that we have no more to tie us to each other, she comes back into our lives like a cockroach. A diseased, disgusting cockroach. She even had the audacity to tell Aunt Lucy that my mom and I turned everyone against her. Yeah we did that. It has nothing to do with the fact that she's a psycho hell bitch. Seriously, like I have the time or inclination to bother turning anyone against anyone else. It's the rantings of a lunatic.
At any rate, I don't know what happens from here. Something? Nothing? I don't know. Aunt Lucy's son may want to take it up with her and quite frankly if I wouldn't blame him. The mind boggles at someone who would bitch out a 90 year old who merely attended her own surprise party and was not a part of the invitation sending.
And with that, I turn my rant off and leave you with a song that reminds me of my darling psycho hell bitch of a cousin..