Tammy Faye contacted my daughter. I suppose I could be generous and say Tammy Faye contacted her granddaughter. She tagged her in a post about it being National Left-Handed Day. On Facebook, of course. Always on Facebook.
As you may or may not know the in-laws have had very little contact with both kids since the shit hit the fan. The weekend that I broke the news Rock Star called her dad, crying, and wanted to know where he was. He told her he was with his mom; she obviously didn’t believe him and demanded he put her on the phone. He complied and she promptly hung up. Neither he nor his mother called her back or attempted to contact her in any way. The funeral he went to? Rock Star wanted to go so she could see her grandparents. Daddy Dearest vetoed that move because he planned to fuck a whore that whole weekend. Shhh, that was a secret! Tammy Faye accompanied the two cheaters to the funeral. Apparently it was much more important that her son got to go to a funeral with his whore than it was that she see her grandchild. When we discovered that Cousinfucker had quit his job and moved out of state Rock Star messaged her grandmother and asked her where he was. Tammy Faye never replied. I don’t think she has ever called her, texted her, or privately messaged her. She did send a Christmas gift and a card with a gift card in it for her birthday so they haven’t completely replaced them with Harley’s four. They do remember that they exist.
Basically the only time Tammy Faye “contacts” her (and I’m using that term loosely) is when she is commenting on her Facebook page, which my daughter uses less and less, because as you may have heard Facebook is no longer cool. Oh, she loves to tell the world how much she loves Rock Star when she has an audience. If she texted or called then no one could see her deep, abiding love. No one would know that Rock Star is “her blood” or that she “loves her with her whole heart,” followed up with a plea to “not shut [her] out” because she “loves her no matter what may be going on now.” She will tell her how beautiful she is whenever Rock Star posts another picture or tell her congratulations if she posts something worthy of congratulations. She’ll tell her how proud she is of her or way to go. Gotta let the world know you’re lurking and interested. But to just randomly check up on her? Oh, good Lord no! That would require some sort of effort. And really? How many people would see that? More importantly, what if she asked her how things were going and Rock Star told her the truth? What if Rock Star told her that her dad was no longer paying any support so we had to pack up and leave our home? What if she had to listen to her granddaughter tear into her because of the mess she helped create when she urged Harley to call her son? What if she told her that she has lost everything that ever meant anything to her and she’s having a terrible time rebuilding? Golly, that might be unpleasant. That would probably make her unhappy. We all know that entire family doesn’t do anything that might make them unhappy.
All the other bullshit notwithstanding, here is the part that infuriates me. She doesn’t just tag her in a post and tell her she’s thinking of her. Oh no! She goes on to say she’s in the hospital with breathing problems and she’s been there for eight days now. Cue the violins.
Like mother like son. Don’t worry about Rock Star and what she may be going through. Let’s focus on our own problems. Feel sorry for me, Rock Star. Surely you’ll talk to me now that I’m in the hospital. Can’t you see how helpless and pitiful I am?
I find this funny in a passive-aggressive sort of way but Rock Star does not reply to anyone on that side of the family when they comment. She will respond to everyone else or like their comment, but she completely ignores everyone in CF’s family. That day though she was sorely tempted to write back: Really? Well, let me tell you about my problems and what’s been going on with me lately. My life has gone to shit because of your son and the fact that YOU encouraged his whore to call him.
She didn’t do it as far as I know. I have Tammy Faye blocked so I wouldn’t be able to see it anyway.
Here’s my request, fine folks. I know I’ve been going on and on these last few months about my pitiful problems: the move, uprooting my kids, my daughter’s unhappiness over being moved her junior year, her unhappiness over not getting her license, our need to apply for Medicare and free text books, our plunge into poverty. Please forget all of that. If you’re going to say a prayer or send positive vibes out into the world today, please, I beg you, say a prayer for Tammy Faye and her breathing problems. While you’re at it please also pray that the doctors are able to extract her head from her ass where it is so firmly lodged. K? Thanks!