DNA doesn't lie. Especially when the sample is obtained from the fraternal grandmother, and the markers all line up. So the only thing could make this untrue, is if Phoenix fucked up and the sample she provided, and it was not hers as she thought. Then that would mean I related to some as of yet unidentified person.
However, I have been studying her photo, along with mine and other family photos. We have the same eyes. Color and shape. I never noticed before.
The Biologic got married this past weekend. Had to wear ‘purple’ or ‘gold’ I was told. There was no way was I wearing gold. But I should not have even bothered at all. Half the guests looked like rejects from a circus.
The majority did not even bother to dress remotely formal. They wandered in, in their ripped and wrinkled attire with, surprise, a tie. What the ****. If you cannot be bothered to dress properly for a wedding, stay the **** home.
And the ceremony. A bartender performed the service. Does that even count? Granted religion isn’t what it was, before turning, but a bartender, really? I got dressed to attend a formal event conducted by a bartender. Well no wonder no one bothered to get dressed up.
Where is the respect for people anymore? And yes I forgot to turn off my phone, but I silenced as soon as I as could. But then the biologic fried my ******* phone.
And the service. The bartender talked about ribbons for forty-five minutes. What the **** ‘ribbons’ have to do with marrying someone I have no ******* clue. Bore me to ******* death, if I wasn’t already dead. AND my phone is fried. Fried just as Mortll was telling there was a guy there that.. that what? That was all I knew; because thanks to the Biologic the phone fried. She must have been ******* bored as well.. because how the **** she would she even know?
Needless to say I was in less than a jovial mood by the end of the ceremony that would never end. So being in a pissed off mood, I did the only thing that I could, I went outside to calm the **** down. And what did the biologic do? Flood my ******* thoughts with ****.
Just because she is related to me by my biological excretions .. doesn’t give her the right to dictate **** to and or at me. **** her expectations of what she wants me to be. I am who I am, and I have been more than compromising in my dealings with her. **** that, no more. I am done. She’s married now, let her ball and chain deal with it.