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As some a you know, my Daddy were diagnosed in May with Stage 4 Metastatic Pancreatic Cancer. The last time id seent my Daddy were in late April/May.
He also losted a leg to Diabetes. He losted his right leg, i lost my left. He were up and walking with his prosthetic and doing great.
He were diagnosed when he and my StepMom went back to Texas after seeing me here in Fl and stopping in Slidell to see his late Brother, Uncle Francisco in the Military Cemetery.
I talked to him this Sunday and were going to call him tonight. I noticed he were speaking slower and
I got a video call from my Sister, Liz, that he's actively transitioning to his next destination. He's hardly breathing, bloated and were sleeping 24 hours straight.
The last thing we tolded each on the phone were
Me: Yeah, Il let you go and call you tomorrow
My Daddy: Yeah, call me tomorrow.
Me: I love you, Daddy
My Daddy: I love you too, Baby.
Id text him every night goodnight even tho he couldn't hold his phone well enough to text back.
Then came my horrible Mother and older fuck shit sibling being horrible, vile and crude about my Father dying. Talking mad shit and acting like they know everything.
Making up fake scenarios in they head and getting so fucking butthurt triggered that my StepMom will have the Funeral so fast I won't get there in time. And how they spent so much money there's nothing left to give to my Sibling. I hafta drive since I can not fly at all haven't been able to since 2007. It's a little over 20 hours, and I can do 15 hours with only quick pees and a coffee re-up.
I know what states I gotta go thru and here's my dumb fuck stick Sibling telling me I hafta get on I-10 and even go thru Louisiana. No shit. I been there for my estranged Twin Sisters Wedding in 2016. I been everywhere East Coast and don't need Captain Fat Back telling me what to do. Hes 53, I'm 48.
But they been horrible and I used to be super close with my Mom but my Sibling is beened her Favorite and I am my Daddy's. I always been a Daddy's Girl. Him and his Mom, my beautiful Angel Abuelita were the only 2 who never abused me.
My Husband had been laid off and couldn't get a job in 6 weeks and we're barely 2 paychecks in with his new job and she's all over me about giving her more money a month, fine. We will do that. No issues. But then turns the convo to how my Husband shouldn't hey a free trip. Even referring to him and i
"Tootling off to Texas. Like were going to fucking Wally World and it's a leisurely visit.
I have no choice but to use a mutual credit card we share and she's making me out to be like I'm dead ass going on a fun fucking jaunt and talking the most disgusting vile things. I am so over stressed, and overwhelmed. I were depressed enough already but the shit just keeps getting worse.
I just wanna go with my Daddy.
He also losted a leg to Diabetes. He losted his right leg, i lost my left. He were up and walking with his prosthetic and doing great.
He were diagnosed when he and my StepMom went back to Texas after seeing me here in Fl and stopping in Slidell to see his late Brother, Uncle Francisco in the Military Cemetery.
I talked to him this Sunday and were going to call him tonight. I noticed he were speaking slower and
I got a video call from my Sister, Liz, that he's actively transitioning to his next destination. He's hardly breathing, bloated and were sleeping 24 hours straight.
The last thing we tolded each on the phone were
Me: Yeah, Il let you go and call you tomorrow
My Daddy: Yeah, call me tomorrow.
Me: I love you, Daddy
My Daddy: I love you too, Baby.
Id text him every night goodnight even tho he couldn't hold his phone well enough to text back.
Then came my horrible Mother and older fuck shit sibling being horrible, vile and crude about my Father dying. Talking mad shit and acting like they know everything.
Making up fake scenarios in they head and getting so fucking butthurt triggered that my StepMom will have the Funeral so fast I won't get there in time. And how they spent so much money there's nothing left to give to my Sibling. I hafta drive since I can not fly at all haven't been able to since 2007. It's a little over 20 hours, and I can do 15 hours with only quick pees and a coffee re-up.
I know what states I gotta go thru and here's my dumb fuck stick Sibling telling me I hafta get on I-10 and even go thru Louisiana. No shit. I been there for my estranged Twin Sisters Wedding in 2016. I been everywhere East Coast and don't need Captain Fat Back telling me what to do. Hes 53, I'm 48.
But they been horrible and I used to be super close with my Mom but my Sibling is beened her Favorite and I am my Daddy's. I always been a Daddy's Girl. Him and his Mom, my beautiful Angel Abuelita were the only 2 who never abused me.
My Husband had been laid off and couldn't get a job in 6 weeks and we're barely 2 paychecks in with his new job and she's all over me about giving her more money a month, fine. We will do that. No issues. But then turns the convo to how my Husband shouldn't hey a free trip. Even referring to him and i
"Tootling off to Texas. Like were going to fucking Wally World and it's a leisurely visit.
I have no choice but to use a mutual credit card we share and she's making me out to be like I'm dead ass going on a fun fucking jaunt and talking the most disgusting vile things. I am so over stressed, and overwhelmed. I were depressed enough already but the shit just keeps getting worse.
I just wanna go with my Daddy.


