Almost 7yrs ago I moved in with my NM and her husband, the stepfather, to begin my disability process. After 3mos, my NM and said stepfather kicked me out to the curb. Because I was suppose to be putting the clean dishes away, instead of a disability doctor’s appointment. Anyways they made me homeless and told me I’m not ever wanted there. So, we pretty much haven’t spoken to each other since. Despite my efforts to reconnect with them.
Years prior to this, the stepfather cosigned on my car. Which I have long since paid off. But his cosign has put his name on my car plates and title. Over the course of these past 7yrs, I’ve tried to get him to sign a paper from the BMV, to release my car plates. Which he thinks I’m lying to him about any sort of thing.
So, the stepfather has passed away this past May. Which I wouldn’t of even known if it hadn’t been for my cousin posting it on her Facebook page. Because neither NM or the golden child sister has bothered to inform me.
It’s almost like I’m not suppose to know. I guess they are sending me a clear statement of just how unwanted I truly am to them. Though, surprisingly I was mentioned in his obituary.
I just want to remove his name from my title so they don’t know my where abouts. Then I can be out of their lives forever. Funny how they don’t want me around, but they sure want to know where I’m at.
So, I’m going to have to play NM’s little game of pretending I don’t know he’s dead. So, I haven’t contacted NM, or shown any signs that I know he’s dead. I’ll have to send off for his death certificate, just to get him off my car title. Cause she thinks I’m to stupid to figure this out.
I didn’t in any way go to his funeral. He was never anything more than an alcoholic drunk to me. Whom NM used as her flying monkey to further abuse me. In my eyes he’s always been less than nothing. Besides I wasn’t interested in watching NM’s charades on how much she loved him. When I know he was only a paycheck to pay her bills.
Though, I’d like to see the look on NM’s face next time she gets into the BMV website, and is denied access to my information. One of the tiny bitter, sweet moments when a narcissist tries to hold onto you as you finally break free.
I will never understand how a parent can be so cruel to the child, they brought into this world. Sadly, I guess you truly can’t make some people love you, if they choose not to. Just because you’re born to them, doesn’t mean they have to love you. Which hurts more than any scar I’ll ever carry in my soul.