Just walked home — there’s a significance there! — from a cookout that was supposed to be for me and my sister’s birthday celebration. The majority of the guests were from my sister’s husband’s family (Ellington and Kirk) and everything was okay … until her husband’s father gave birthday money to my sister and her daughter (Susan’s was on the 4th), then looked at me like, “Sorry, I’m tapped out!”.

He then turned and said, “Hey, let’s all sing Happy Birthday to Susan!”… and everyone just turned away like I wasn’t even there.

I just quietly left and walked the six to seven city-block distance back to my apartment. I’ve never felt so disgusted, insulted and rejected in my whole life. It was like “Well, it may be your birthday too, but you don’t get a gift or even acknowledged.” … .

I am so DONE with the In-laws. I will never go anywhere where there’s an Ellington or any of their extended family is, from this day forward. To hell with them, to hell with their affronts and be damned with what anyone thinks.