Betrayal

This email is from my narcissist sister Katie (Kathleen) written to my siblings and her children (my nieces and nephew). It’s all a big fat lie and she refuses to apologize for writing such hateful, untrue information. I did let them know that I could not bare to find out facts about my son on Facebook and wished to keep my life private if they friended him – that’s not horrific, it was a healthy boundary for myself.

The below is my son’s point of view, Katie’s twisted interpretation and really vague about what really happened and not the truth. She chooses to believe my son over me her own sister, but what is she really believing? Does she really have a special relationship with Josh?

The only thing this email shows me is she is a hateful person and she’s telling her children it’s ok to talk poorly about siblings and it’s ok to hate each other.

Katie’s betrayal makes losing my son just that much more difficult and hard. Yet I feel sorry for her – she’s so stoic and life is all about her – at least I feel and can feel deeply.

From: Kathleen Ann & Frank Dan Sickles <dankatiesickles@yahoo.com>
Sent: Sunday, June 11, 2017 9:09:55 PM
To: Gailschuster; Susan Ayotte; Kassidy Benson; Jeff Schuster; Julie Crocco; Ashley Benson; Preston Benson; Candice Ariel Klein
Subject: Josh Hulstrom

Tomorrow is Josh Hulstrom’s birthday.  He will be 32.

I had dinner with Alicia and Josh on Friday evening.  Josh would like to reconnect with the Schuster family.  His estrangement from his Mom stems from an event that happened June 20, 2011 at or after the time of his grandfather Jack Hulstrom’s passing.  Sandy was at my house not to long after I read the obituary in our local newspaper and I said something to Sandy.  What happened after that was truly a destructive series of events that in mind was in no way Josh’s fault.  I saw first hand the rage that Sandy flew into regarding Josh, however did not see how she handled this with Josh.  Josh told me what happened.

Josh has carried this weight and the rage grew, he said he was truly “mad” at the events, but found that the only thing he could do is sever the Schuster relationship to heal.  He was very honest that the madness consumed his life and with Alicia’s help has found some peace.  He began reaching out, as most of us know this was through Facebook.  I was horrified that Sandy would email all of us to request that we reject Josh’s Facebook request or she would unfriend.

Alicia (Purkey) and Josh married July 19, 2014.  They have dogs and a cat no children, however would like children.  Alicia has two years to complete her PHD in Nero Biology and then they plan a move to the northwest US.  Both are vegetarians and restrict most if not all drug and alcohol consumption.

Josh was in tears as we talked and he felt that a big weight was lifted to know that we want to connect with him.  Connecting is your choice.  I am sure a Happy Birthday text would be appreciated at 719-248-3026, however probably not as important as the opportunity to be invited to family events.  He said that in the event is mother we there it would be awkward, but he misses all of us.

Life is just to short…

Kathleen ‘Katie’ Sickles

dankatiesickles@yahoo.com
home 856-7471
cell 270-5771[http://mail.yimg.com/zz/nq/options/img/40.gif]

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About Sandy

I was married at age 19 and had my son when I was 24 years old. When he was nearly 2 years old I decided to leave my husband. We had nothing in common. I was so lonely. He was an avid hunter and fisherman and while I tried to get into hunting and fishing it just was not my thing. While I was thrilled to be a mom, I spent many lonely weekends with my son. Ironically when I separated from my husband, my husband fought for sole custody and moved my son 1,000 miles away from me. I paid child support and found ways to be with my son throughout the years. We developed a wonderful relationship and he grew into a responsible young man. When he was 26 years old his grandfather passed away and he decided to cut me out of his life . . . I set up this website to find some type of solace and speak to my son . . .
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