After a long hiatus, the planets worst house guests have returned. They never go home on time and are still here as they drag out their painful toxic visits. The brothers wife has gotten fired from yet another job. The folks are upset that I disinherited his entire family in my will. I am so annoyed at them, I purchased burial space in Guyana to get away from them.
I despise the frummies and the best of this lousy lot is the niece who elected to stay home. They are not bound by things like jobs and responsibility. God takes care of them, usually at my expense and I am sick of them.
I am at the point where I will be writing a will. My parents are steaming, but I gave them nothing except a scathing insult.