Not only on Facebook but in real life. At my sister’s wedding in 2001 it was at my uncle’s house on my dads side and I lost my shit. I called them all homophobic racists very loudly. I was screaming at my cousin calling him a rapist (which he was. I was in the room when he raped someone. I was ten and it didn’t click until I was older) At the time I destroyed my sisters wedding. Once she got a divorce she found it to be the most hilarious thing ever.
My sister has my hour long outburst on VHS somewhere.
What really kicked it off is when my mom killed my dad was rolling in cash and his brother was having a failing business. They were both in the same industry of having welding and machine shops. My dads success led to his brothers demise.
So mom offs dad and we go on the run to Mexico. They raided our house after a few months and took everything out of the house and sold what was valuable. At this point the cops had never been involved about their missing brother and his family. They had literately destroyed a crime scene. My mom wiped my dads blood off the tv in their living room before they were “awesome, 40 inch CRT”.
My aunt sold most of our shit to open a pet grooming store here. When mom was in jail we were broke as fuck. I was teased in the fifth grade for wearing shit that no longer fit my sister. We shoplifted food since the person taking care of us didn’t give a fuck and just banked our social security checks. (thanks grandma you cunt).
Back to the wedding. So my aunt had this painting on her wall over the fireplace. It was called Rhodies in the Redwoods. My mom bought it a little shithole cafe in Dexter Oregon. I loved it so much and my aunt stole it. So at the wedding I walk in the living room and it is hanging over their fireplace.
I FLIP THE FUCK OUT
I am also asked to leave the wedding.