Nothing Will Change

With the recent death of my husband's grandpa, his mother has suddenly come into money. DH says he always thought his grandpa was a millionaire. He was in the oil industry for many years and never wanted for spare change. When he passed, he spread his wealth equally among his three daughters. Two of whom used what was available to them growing up and went to college, got degrees, and are now successful business women. My husband's mom, however, chose to run off, become a hippy, smoke weed out her ass, and marry the first man her dad didn't like: DH's dad. As a result, she spent most of her adult life penniless, scraping just to get by. I won't go into the rest of her story, because it is all more of the same.

I also won't get into what makes me really angry about the current situation.

Now, however, now she is a wealthy woman. I am sure she will squander loads of her inheritance on booze and pot. She has been telling us for the last couple of years she thinks her days are numbered. I am not sure if she says that because there is something wrong with her, or because she is being dramatic and thinks that telling us such a story will make us want to put up with her seriously cruel attitude. Either way, I never cared. There is NO reason for her to treat people the way she does. NONE.

When DH went to his grandpa's funeral this weekend (the Munchkin and I couldn't go because we couldn't afford the flights), I asked him to please collect the photos, photo album, and photo calendar I made for his grandpa for Christmas and have been sending since that time. When he asked why, I told him just because I wanted them back. I explained all of his family had been given similar items, and no one would have the need for the ones I gave to his grandpa. In all honesty, I didn't want HER to have them. I gave his grandpa way more pictures than I ever gave her, and he had more recent ones from the baby's birthday, which she did not receive because we called our relationship quits just before the Munchkin's birthday.

When he asked for them, apparently his mother threw a shit fit.

Let me pretend to be surprised.

Nope, can't do it.

I knew she would be pissed off. I knew it would grate her. And you know what? I'm kind of glad.

She told DH he would have to ask his aunts, as though those items were now in the possession of the three of them and I no longer had any right to them.

His aunts told her to knock it off and to send them back to me, that that is what their dad would have wanted. They already have their pictures, and they know she does too. Whether or not they know I will no longer send her updated photos of the baby, I don't know. But what I can say is that DH's aunts WILL still receive updated photos, cards, and all manner of things his mother won't because she cannot be nice to me to save her life.

I sincerely hope that she doesn't think that just because she is now a wealthy woman that our relationship will change. I could care less about her new bank account. My relationships with people are not based on money. My world does not, never has, and never will revolve around money. She can leave her mula to her worthless son (obviously not DH), and like her, he can blow it all on booze and weed. I just don't give a damn.

My respect and dignity cannot be bought for any price.

My daughter is not for sale either.

Just as before her father died, our relationship is still over. I still will not email her. I still won't send her pictures or updates of the baby. I won't email or call her when I get pregnant next, or bring another child into this world. I still want nothing to do with her, and I still don't want her negativity in my life. I do, however, still wish her all the best, as I always do with everyone who leaves my life, on good terms or bad.