You’d be surprised to know how many stupid relatives I have. Very few are nice and normal. They greet us and recognize us as being family. Most of them are nutballs with high ambition, inflated egos and ugly souls. You could see how their faces have aged from their `hard work`.
I’ve come to believe that our stupid relatives and the boy refuse to go near us. It’s because they don’t like to associate with people who are too UGLY and too POOR to show off in front of people. And that we are too SLOW to keep up with today’s trendy styles meant for the rich and famous.
We don’t brag, period. We don’t go on expensive vacations or cruises. We don’t shop at high fashion stores. We don’t eat at fancy restaurants. We don’t take pictures or videos to prove we are always happy or well made.
But what we do broadcast as our successes is a sense of security: a paid-off house in the suburbs, good health, family unity and the love of simple home cooking and gardening on our small property. We have one luxury car and one unused real property with lots of high grasses.
It’s a shame we cannot get along or move forward with better relationships because of their high expectations of those less fortunate and the harboring of negativity that drains their energy level. It’s too bad they won’t know what I know about their shenanigans, which I will outline later on – as `proof` of their hatred and misdeeds.
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