I believe I've revealed on this blog about my origins: that the man who
Which brings up a side point. I can't tell you how prickly I get whenever I hear some pro-abort talk about the importance of being able to kill the Lebensunwertes Leben. I get, more than most men, the pain and shame a woman receives from rape. Yet, I also understand more than most women, that the rhetoric thrown around about killing children conceived in rape and incest is pretty damn insensitive to mildly state it. I'm not sure how killing your child--even a child with half the chromosomal signature of a rapist--alleviates the situation.
A few years ago I hired a PI to find out about grandparents and siblings. In a matter of minutes, the PI informed me where my father lived and where my two younger sisters lived--they were only a county away. The sisters, that is. The Father resided in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee.
After some back and forth with the PI, one sister AB, the younger, finally agreed to meet with me one November night. I thought it went well. She gave me a hug at the end and then asked if we could meet again.
I had informed her that her father was a rapist and shortly after that meeting I provided some legal documents to remove the doubt's shadow. She did send me a Christmas card that year--three years ago this December.
Then it all seemed to fall apart.
She never accepted my "friend" request on Facebook--though we did communicate a few times through the messaging feature. The older sister, NR, has yet to write a word to me. The last time AB said anything was last Christmas in a very short Christmas greeting--responding to what I sent to her.
I've checked in on her Facebook page, simply to see what she might be up to (yeah, yeah, Creeper) or to see if we might at some point have a friend in common that I can communicate through. That's when I saw a post, a photo only of my father, dated June 25th, with some one responding "Hugs" on her wall.
I surmised "Uh oh." and looked through more of past postings to find some post about supporting people with brain tumors. Did RDF aka The Rapist die of a tumor? I wasn't gloating at all. It was anger that was becoming palpable.
The Father had divorced the mother of my sisters sometime ago--probably the early 80s and at some point supposedly sobered up and remarried. My sister is Fb friends with the new wife. I checked out her page--she is now listed as widowed.
A quick obituary check on the interwebs pulled up that he actually died 1 October 2013. I found this out about two weeks ago.
After consulting two sage people, I was given conflicting advice. One was to ask the widow (for whom I bear no malice) about what happened. Did he ever acknowledge my existence? I don't want any money that might be had--I just want to know did he ever mention me? Did I matter to this cretin?
The other's advice, which I'm following (apologies TG) is to let the whole affair slip under the waves. Forget contacting the sister(s) anymore, don't bother the widow. Their silence (and the widow's probable ignorance) is the answer to my question.
Even though I gave AB a way out: "Look, if you want me to leave you alone, just say so and I will," I still got nothing. Her mute passivity is rejection.
I can't figure it out. If someone came to me and announced that he or she was my long-lost sibling, I would warily embrace the person. I might not want anything to do with him or her based solely on their character, but I would find out all I could before that rejection happened.
Not so with AB and NR. Ladies, you probably won't ever read this, but you are HORRIBLE PEOPLE. Your friends would console you with platitudes and say, "Oh, that's not true, you are wonderful," but that's because you probably never told them you
Is it that hard to say, "Get out of our lives! We don't want you!"?
If I've offended them, I have no idea what I said or did. I bounce between Philo of Alexandria's dictum, "Be kind, for everyone you know is fighting a great battle" and wanting to publicly curse them (yeah, sort of like this).
The Father aka The Rapist has gone to his grave without reconciliation. I've prayed for his soul. I have no idea in what condition he was spiritually before he left, but I can guess given 45 years of no looking back on his part.
I've quoted this before from Nick Cave:
People just ain't no good
I think that's well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good
And it's true. "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner." I hate these two women (for now) and I desperately want to embrace them.
God have mercy on us all.