“Voice to send(?) because I feel like it. So my Mom for the first time since my 7th grade school year decides to bring my sisters to go visit my dad's grave. My Daddy is buried in Alabama because the woman that he married about a month before he died decide to move him from where he was buried here by all of his family 4 hours away in Alabama by her. So first time Mom has ever offered to do that. I've only visited my father's grave once. And that wasn't with her. That was daddy's brother bringing me and my sisters. She tells me earlier this evening that they're doing that. Doesn't invite me. Just tells me that I can use my sister's car while they're gone. Because I have stuff to do trying to get a job. Because I'm unemployed. Like always. So she didn't even think to invite me. Like I wouldn't even wanna see my father. And that all I know what that's about. But it bothers me. It bothers me a lot. And she's all oh well we'll go again some time and you can come with us. Well, yeah ok. That's gonna happen. He's been gone since the junior high. When's the next time she's gonna feel up to going out there. So I've been thinking that one day we'll have the money. Me and my sisters should go together and try to move him back. Because she just married again already. So I would think that the man's children would have more pull over where he should be buried as far as legally goes. Then you know his widow ___ months is just already remarried. Right? I mean kids come first. At least I think so. Course I think so. I don't know. I will talk to a lawyer about it if I ___ actually. But anyway yeah. My mom's a bitch(?). But you know I've said that before. And of course that's where I get it from. So I can't really complain too much of those. It just sucks. I would have liked to have gone.”