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I don't speak to my oldest maternal aunt... and neither does anyone else, since the day of her mother's funeral/cremation (my grandmother) in 2005 when she threw a massive and thoroughly unnecessary tantrum in front of all of us, accusing every single person there of conniving against her before demanding to be driven straight to the airport to fly home to Thailand and never see any of us again. It was disgusting, and after decades of putting up with her shit (she's 65+), no one wants to engage with her toxicity anymore. She has come crawling back to some of her sisters, only to be followed by more tantrums and verbal abuse in their faces. She will probably die alone, and that is the consequence of the decisions she has made. I don't cultivate much compassion for poisonous individuals.
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And think not you can direct the course of Love;
for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
--Khalil Gibran
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