Tag: relationships

To cuz Shill: You have to GROW UP and get over the divorce between your parents when you were eighteen years old.

Your Paw is nasty. I know what happened with Auntie Ching. He did the same to you, Ampy and your Maw. His addiction to gambling, alcohol and cigarettes tore apart your family. He can NOT continue borrowing money from you or anyone else to feed his addiction and squander YOUR hard work.

You need to apologize to your relatives, especially to your Ate Angel, for bad-mouthing her in front of your cousin Ruchille, her new in-laws and us.

You need to stop manipulating the remaining cousins here in the Bay Area and over in Chicago with your emotional sentiments.

The divorce of your parents was between the both of them. You better not get anyone else involved because I won’t stop until you apologize for your behavior at your age.

You HATED us because your Maw told you to make enemies, not hugging, kissing or recognizing the relatives who INCORRECTLY got involved with the marriage between your Paw and Maw.

You HATED us because we attempted to make peace with your Paw and his second but highly knowledgeable wife, who helped one of our aunties from losing her home.

You HATED us because you thought we abandoned you and your equally stubborn and verbally resentful Maw. We never did but but in your mind and heart placed the darkness of HATE, that wild child born in July.

Why do you think your male companion won’t marry you?

Bastos bloodlines!

To cuz Marianne: Your Paw is nasty. Long ago, Uncle Dead didn’t lend money as down-payment or co-sign in repayment within six months for their first house in northern San Jose, CA. He refused because he HATED his sister-in-law, an angel. He HATED for his money to go to poor people, his own relatives.

When Marianne got married to Marcelo, Uncle Dead started schmoozing with Marcelo, who was supposed to be rich – NOT – or at least his hard working parents just like the ones in San Jose, CA. When that demon-seed got money, he told the seniors, who already paid off (with CASH back in the mid 1990s) the same house that he didn’t help finance, the following hurtful words:

You can borrow money from me now.

Batos bloodlines!

Long ago, when we three visited the relatives, this is what I heard and witnessed.

Auntie Maldeath: She is peeing and pooing everywhere! She is forgetting to take her pills!

These are FALSE statements because Lola is VERY fastidious and cunningly smart. Last time we visited Lola at the nursing home, she stuck her tongue out at me. She had to play dumb to qualify! I believe this is how most families treat the old. It’s sad but true in America today.

Bastos bloodlines!

Long ago, when we three paid a visit to Lola, we noticed that Lola wasn’t eating well. I suggested that the family members eat along with her. This suggestion worked when the homeowners reported that she was eating well. Lola appeared to be very healthy.

When returned another time, we noticed that Lola wasn’t supporting herself well while walking. I suggested that she get a wheelchair, which the SSN should cover.

This is what I heard and witnessed.

Scene one: In a VERY loud voice and obviously annoyed response to the three of us (and perhaps our presence, too) and with her outstretched arms to demonstrate to us the narrow distance between the sofa to her right and the China cabinet to her left, Auntie Malouse said:

There’s NO space! The wheelchair won’t fit in our house!

Bastos bloodlines!

To cuz Marianne: Your Paw is nasty. Long ago, when we three were at your second home, this is what I witnessed and heard while in the kitchen counter area. As mentioned in my previous blog entries, I will NOT forget your mistreatment to in-laws!

Scene one: Maw was to my left and talking with your Maw in front of her.

In-law Bella: Ate Angel! I want to visit your house one day.

In-law Angel: Sure! You are welcome anytime! Our doors are open to kin folks.

Scene two: Uncle Dead came from behind the left side of his wife. He clawed both the shoulders of his wife, Bella with both his hands. And in a low tone of voice that was loud enough for the three of us to hear, he leaned over and spoke into his wife’s right ear.

You can go there yourself.

Bastos bloodlines!