If Slaus posted the title I asked him to post than believe your eyes and understand that you read it correctly. My sister is so damn petty that she is pitching a fit because the family invited (ex boyfriend’s name) to our father’s funeral and she doesn’t want him there. Before i go all out then all in, I should give you some background on the whole situation.
My sister, ( guy’s name), myself and many of the other neighborhood kids grew up with each other and our families have always been very close. We took trips together, stayed at each other’s homes, volunteered together and spent so much time with one another that all of our parents were the parents of each and every one of us whether related by blood or not. My sister and ( guy’s name) started going out together at 20 years old only for my sister to dump him a year later for someone more ” in her league”. She said that ( guy’s name) was overweight and dorky so she ended up with a guy who was very popular in our school, and a ball player at the local big Ten university. To say the least, ( guy’s name) was heart broken and destroyed but because we all grew up together and were all very close, of course he remained a member of our extended family. Eventually (guy’s name) parents moved away and he moved to go to school in Hawaii where he remained for the last 10 years. He stayed in touch and called during holidays from time to time but eventually his calls became less frequent to the point we heard from ( guy’s name) maybe once a year. That once a year he always called our Father on his birthday.
Last week our father lost his battle with cancer and we prepared to bury him. All of the old friends and family were contacted but I was unsure that ( guy’s name) would get the message of what had happened. Then the other night he called very upset because he had finally gotten the news and we cried together on the phone and talked for a few hours. ( guy’s name) bought a ticket and said he would be here for the funeral and would stay to help the family in anyway he could. He sent us a text with a photo of himself because he said we may not recognize him anymore and he was right. He lost all of that weight and he just seemed so vibrant and full of life. My sister of course got the text. She called me not an hour after we got the text and told me that she didn’t want ( guy’s name) at the funeral and that we should keep it a family affair. Which is odd considering everyone and their mother, literally, was coming to the funeral including all of the old friends we grew up with. But ( guy’s name) in particular she didn’t want to see. Then she said if he DID show up, she was going to have her own private memorial and remembrance without the rest of us.
I was floored.
I talked to our other sister about it the next day where she revealed that the reason Little Ms Petty-ass didn’t want ( guy’s name) to be there was because he looked amazing now and had a great life but she didn’t look as good as she did years ago and that her life took a turn for less after she dated Mr Sexy Ball player who I might add, got her pregnant then moved overseas to play ball in Europe and doesn’t spend anytime with my niece and nephew but instead has a beautiful family in Italy he started after he left my sister.
Basically the bitch wants to avoid not only feeling guilty, but having to see the guy who she probably should have stayed with in the first place but instead she kicked to the curb because he wasn’t in her physical “league”. Our older sister and I are trying to handle it without involving our mother because as you can imagine she is suffering from having lost my father. Thing is though is that ( guy’s name) was like another son to my dad. The son he always wanted to have but was instead blessed with three outspoken girly girls. Our older sister is saying it may be for the best to uninvite (guy’s name) but I just can not go along with that. The only person ( guy’s name) was sure to keep in contact with over the years WAS our father so why shouldn’t he get to be there and pay his respects this weekend!
I don’t know what to do.