my Mother is alive.
I say this because I can find no evidence to the contrary. I could be wrong, but if I am, my evil b-sis has pulled off a conspiracy that I just don’t think she is capable of.
Evil, scared, and desperate, doesn’t usually equal smart. Especially if you aren’t too bright in the first place. I can only come to the conclusion that she lied to me.
The fact that she didn’t take into consideration that a person that could find her, after almost forty years, certainly could find out if one old lady died in the last couple of weeks, both disappoints and angers me. Doesn’t she think that I’m smarter than that?
Guess not. Oh well.
You what the real kicker has been in all of this bloody saga? It’s brought me closer to my a-mom, yes, my a-mom. I told her the whole disgusting tale last weekend, she was as pissed about it as I am.
Quote a-mom. “you’d think that honesty would be the best way for everyone involved”.