Beverly,

I knew from the begining that you were not a nice person. I thought maybe you were uncomfortable or maybe my father said awful things about us or it could be that you were really just dumb. Eight years later I now know that you are just a cold hearted bitch. You started dating my father sometime in 2000, less than a year after my mother died. I was 18 and in college, my brother was 15 and very hurt and scared. You started dating this man, whose wife had just died and left their two teenager children scared, confused, and alone.  Believe me this man was no prize. He drank, smoked, had a shitty tempermantand an even shittier temper. Oh but wait, he did have money and one his better traits is his generosity. So you started dating, never asking to meet his kids, the teenagers who still lived in his home. You had a birthday party for him and didn't invite either of us, or my father's two older daughters from his first marriage who also lost their mother. He went to holidays with your. Not once did you extend an invitation our way. The few times we have met have been chance. Not a single one of us have ever been invited into your home.

Sometime in your second year of dating you moved him into your home. He kept the house we grew up in. The house he bought with my mother when they married and had through out whole lives. The only house I had lived in up to that point. The house that was less than a half mile from yours. My brother and I lived there alone for a while, but before long a few of my brother's no good friends moved in and it became a that house in a good neighborhood most likely to have the cops parked in front. My brother dropped out of high school and started many habits that led to the addictions he still struggles with today. A few weeks after my brother turned 18 my father sold the house. Our house. Did my father ever tell you that the house was in my mothers name and when she died it became ours? He coerced us to sign the papers. It was our home, and although he had a new one with you WE STILL LIVED THERE! It was the only home either of us had ever known. Our mother lived there with us and if we couldn't have her we wanted what was hers, not in a monetary way, but in an emotional one. So I'm just wondering... where did you think we would go? Thankfully my mother's sisters stepped up. I went to live with my Aunt Kim and my brother Aunt Cheryl. THese are the people that have us for holidays and watch the kids. This is my family.

I have two children now. THis may be a total surprise to you but my father has 7 grandchildren. My eldest sister's oldest daughter just graduated high school and the youngest, my little boy will be 2 in April. Have they ever gotten a card for any holiday, birthday, life event? NO! They don't even know you or their grandfather. Being a mother now I can see how here is where you are in the wrong. You have children and grandchildren. Your 38 year old son still lives at home with you and my father. How was a woman and a mother can you be such a cold hearted bitch. How could you not make this man whose for children are practically orphans reach out to his children and grandchildren. NONE of us have ever done anything to either him or you. How can you not care? My brother was practically homeless and you would not let him stay in your home for even a night. You have 4 extra bedrooms give me a break. How can you not let my father lend my brother his car so he could move, but than lend the same car to your son just because it is better on gas? How can you not want to see the man you love and have been with for 8 years baby grandkids that live less than 5 miles away? How could you not sent me flowers, a card, a gift upon the birth of one of my children.

I took my father in when you kicked him out. I got shit from my whole family for that, but I did it anyway because he is my father. We are not close and never have been, but he is my family. He stayed with us for three weeks on my couch until you took him back. Stll after that (3 years ago) you never once invited us over. Obviously our relationship isn't that bad if he lived on my couch for 3 weeks. But if we need something from him, you butt your bitch ass face in and tell him not to do it and than get mad at him for helping his children. LISTEN LADY you are dating a man with children. 4 grown children. He has his own income, that you don't complain about him spending when he is taking you to Mexico, the casino, cruises. You are about to fly off to Mexico, but you are givig him a hard time about signing his freaking name on a loan that helps me get my new car so that his grandchildren have a safe vehicle to ride in. I'm paying for it and he should help me. This is the first time he has stepped up in a while and has been a father and it is wrong of you as a woman and as a mother for you to discourage his helping us. You should be happy he is trying to help us out. A good woman would want to know that the man she is dating actually gives a shit about his offspring. You should be proud that the man that you are dating drives my brother to his doctors appointments and to outpatient rehab to help him fight his ongoing addiction. You should be happy he wants to help me get a new car so that my children have a safe car to ride in. You should be happy to welcome my brother into your home when he need a safe place tostay away form the demons in the world. You should want to get to know my children, his grandchildren, and maybe even get to know me. You should want young children bustling through the house on holidays.

I just want to say that you will never have any of those things. I would be happy to be cordial, I am a waitress and good at faking it. I would love for my children to know their grandfather and to know that you are not their grandmother. They know their grandmother is in the stars. I hope that she is waiting for you with some choice words for how you have treated her children. I hope she gives it to you good and tells it like it is, she was always good at that. She in the opposite situation would have welcomed everyone into her home. She would have done the right thing. She was a real woman and a great mother and I am so proud that she was mine!

Courtney (John's third daughter)


TO ANYONE THAT ACTUALLY READ THIS WHOLE THING THANK YOU! I REALLY NEEDED TO JUST GET ALOT OUT AT ONCE...


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Daemo...
Feb. 14, 2009 at 11:36 AM

Wow I'm sorry you have to deal with someone like her. I have someone like that in my life. It's my grandfathers second wife. They got married a year after my gandma died and that was basically the last time I saw him. Unless someone else told him he doesn't even know he has a great-grandson and my son is 3. I'm very sorry that you and your brother were basically abandoned. I know it's easier said than done but maybe you should just let go and move on. It will save yourself a lot of anger in the long run. *Hugs*

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Xopro...
Feb. 14, 2009 at 12:03 PM

geez im sorry for all of this. your dad should of stepped up to long ago when it involved yall . i mean her leaving him would be the best thing! yall should not have to suffer through all you have and the fact shes a mother herself. i dont understand why she treated yall like that .are you making a copy of this and mailing it to her??i think it also would be best  for you to move on. its more of there loss then yours on all there missing from your kids and all special occasions. but one day when the gold digger/ home wrecker ups and decides to go else where your dad will be the one looking back wishing he'd done differently and he will have to live with that for the rest of his life. Im sorry about your moms passing:/

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jvale...
Oct. 5, 2010 at 3:38 PM

Wow.  Feel like I'm reading about my father's girlfriend.  Situation is different, but same exact stuff goes on.  She defames his four children any chance she can get, is totally jealous of any time he spends with his grandchildren too.  Ugh!!

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