My mother's sister-in-law.
After not letting Mom know that her husband, my mother's brother--Harrell Denmead--had died for a year, following years of silence and not permitting my cousins, her two sons Denny and Dean, any contact with any of us since they were pre-teens, wrote my dying mother a note sharing her regret that they, ".....were not friends," tearing my dying mom up for days.
Fuck you, Diane.
Fuck your snobbishness.
Fuck your cruelty.
Fuck your love of money.
You are not worthy of one moment of Mom's attention.
Fuck you, Diane, for making my mother cry trying to figure out what she did to make you treat her so badly since you met.
Fuck you for making her revisit every shitty Diane-related moment when she has so few moments remaining.
Fuck you for managing to estrange my mom from her brother.
Just fuck you.
I'm not as kind or forgiving as my mother.
You are not worthy to clean the bottoms of her shoes.