Sentimentality Yours

I have inherited some family who give you unsigned greeting cards whenever they are secretly angry and think you do not realize it on the whole it seems more honest than their usual, of writing reams of flowery love which they have never exhibited toward me because their natural jealousy was too much in the way, or else that they were so busy singing their own praise to high heaven that mine went unspoken and unsung, relegated to the dark furtive byways of their heart along with all other such reminders that they are still not the central hub that the universe turns it's alleged somersaults around and I'm only slightly cheered at the thought of how copious the tears they will enjoy shedding over my remains some day