I wish things were better.
I know this sounds ungrateful, but believe me, I’ve even written them a letter.
Ignorance is what my mom calls it.
I call it *******.
We were family, quite literally.
Don’t use me like you used your sick husband for his life insurance money.

I never noticed your hateful stares behind my back.
The way you kept your money in an air-tight sack.
You would go as far as stealing from your own sister?
Or lying for years about that Mexican Mister.

I guess it’s none of my business.
***** that, it IS my business.
YOU made it my business.
And I will put an end to this.