CHAPTER 104

My mother isn't talking to me. She wrote me a scathing letter in which she prohibited me from visiting any family in California. Should I erase them from my life and move forward? My father isn't talking to me because he is dead, but it doesn't bother me much not hearing his voice. My first two wives don't talk to me and I don't miss them at all. My two older boys occasionally message me, but they have their own lives and keeping in touch with the old man isn't a pressing concern. Therefore, I shouldn't fret that my mother, isn't talking to me.

A terrible truth has risen from the grave 55 years later.

I scratch my head amazed that my mother could forsake me so easily, but I don't miss her. When her parents died, she didn't attend either of their funerals, which precipitated a rift with her siblings that never healed. She argued that she would rather spend the money seeing me in Texas rather than traveling to Massachusettes for their burials. Raising eight kids in an unending economic struggle made her practical. She won't know it and as a result won't appreciate the irony, but I'll will skip her funeral also. 

Unless my sister were to confess to my other siblings that I didn't rape her, there is no way I am going to endure those reproving looks. Thinking that my nephews and nieces and their children know I had a mutually consensual incestuous relationship with their aunt when we were both children would be a sufficient reason for skipping the ceremony. I'm not concerned about anyone attending my funeral since there won't be one. I will be quickly cremated and thus to dust I shall return.

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