Cries because she's irrelevant but copes hard!
"I won't be remembered. I have no children..."
Aww, don't worry, Polissa; Kiwi Farms will remember you! We're archiving everything!
As for not having children, Kiwi Farms remembers that Polissa never wanted them, except when she was finally getting her yeasty, derelict babymaker yeeted, and she no could no longer pretend it was a possibility.
"...and my family is pulling away from me."
And yet she never, for so much as an instant, asks herself why, or considers that her own behavior and attitude has anything to do with it.
I've known plenty of childless people who are still remembered fondly years, or even decades, after they died. How did they manage this magical feat? By being wonderful people who cultivated positive relationships with others, and did worthwhile things while they were alive. The world was a better place because they were in it.
Polissa will be remembered. Unfortunately for her, it will be for being fat, whiny, and monstrously selfish. Oh, and for being a cat hoarder who completed the ruination of a dilapidated trailer by letting them piss everywhere. Younger relatives, way off in the future, when they're old, will entertain the next generation with stories about crazy Polissa and all her ridiculous airs, and how bad she smelled, and how they had to burn the trailer down after she died because everything was full of cat piss and cockroaches. It won't be the kind of immortality she'd want, but it's the best she'll get.
Whines about her family ditching her for vacation because she's a turd that would bring everyone down and refuses to (a) pay for anything or, given that she can't afford shit, at least (b) offer to work and/or help on the vacation to make it pleasant for everyone! She can't be a giant leech and get everything for free! Woe is Pissa!
"My family doesn't sing, dance or celebrate each other."
By her own account, they celebrate each other just fine, especially at big 40th birthdays. Oh, but they don't celebrate
her. And by "celebrate," she means "give me whatever I want and let me be the center of attention."
"My family has forgotten how to family."
And what about you, Polissa? Who, in your family, have you recently celebrated? When's the last time you helped any of them, or made any of them the center of attention as a show of appreciation, with absolutely no ulterior motive or expectation of reward? When's the last time you brought any real joy and genuine love into your interactions with your family?
They're all off on another vacation together, which suggests to me they know "how to family" well enough, especially without Polissa around.
and my roommate would argue with me to feed her.) She's okayish without heat if they have her in a room right now without ac. They need to get their shit together for September though when it starts to dip below 70 at night.
Truly no help came today.
