Furious

My brother Delmer has told my cousin Walt that I am lying about our daddy's last day alive. I was there. He was not, not until much later. Delmer wants so desperately to believe that Mama and Daddy were dyed-in-the-wool Christians. But they were not. We NEVER went to church. They were not interested. I know beyond a doubt that Daddy was pretty much an agnostic until he got old and sickly. Then he started reading the large-print bible occasionally, but he never prayed. He never went to church. Mama never prayed. She never went to church. Delmer is one of those with his head so far up his ass that he can probably fart and breathe with the same motion.

And Tassina wonders why I'm trying so hard to express myself, even if it makes enemies among the family. I'm so angry and aggravated that I want to kick and hit something. I want revenge on this little imbecile who calls himself my brother. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do to him that he'd understand. He's been pretending to be Debbie on Facebook, which is deceitful enough Then to tell our cousin that I'm lying.... I'd like to tear him a new one, the little shit face.