Christian Guilt.. it lives!!

My aunt is not Catholic, however.. her guilt-gun is substantial. This is no dainty, ivory-handled pistol. This is a big ass bazooka!

She comes into my work place with my uncle (who always meekly stands 3 feet behind her) and eyes me curiously. I figure she's going to say "We'rs so sorry...".

Nah.

More with the eyeballing. I wasn't in the mood because work had already gotten me uberly irritated. I was very busy and she was just standing there. Why do I have to say anything about it? I know that's why she was there.. so out with it? WHAT????

"How are you feeling?" she says. "I feel great!" I said... and added "My chemo starts on Friday though". I rolled my eyes uncomfortably.

"Chemo for what??" she says. HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahaaaaa.. seriously?

CHEMO FOR CANCER... WTF ELSE DO YOU HAVE CHEMO FOR??

Of course I didn't say that but I could tell she was already trying to imply that no one was telling her what was going on when CLEARLY she knew? Head games from this little old lady.

I said "chemo for my cancer....." and she said "OH... well.. I didn't know what was going on.. no one tells me anything".

"Oh Melissa, I'm so sorry." Nope.

"We are here for you, Melissa." Nope.

"Can we do anything for you, Melissa?" Nope.

"WELL NO ONE TELLS ME ANYTHING!" Yep.

I'm in hate. Seriously. I managed a forced apology and said it was hard to contact everyone, etc.

The rest of my work day I furrowed my brow until it ached. She squeezed out a flaccid conversation about her own skin cancer and showed me where they removed cartilage from her ear.

Mmmhmm..

kthnxbai.