Mom isn’t talking to me again. There wasn’t even any drama this time. Mom’s just decided that in her last years, she is going to be a rancid old bitch. Her mother did the same thing in her last days. My wife’s grandfather did too. With that guy, there was no “oh, he’s old and didn’t know what he was doing…” stuff either. He deliberately did shitty things to hurt and infuriate his kids and let them know he hated them. It was a blessing when the old bastard died. When he was younger though, he was a really nice guy.
My grandad wanted nothing more than to be independent and not be a burden to anyone. They had to drag him away from the home at family gatherings at gun point. But he always had fun. He watched the little kids, smiled warmly at the older ones. His son is much the same as he was. Dad rarely came between Mom and I in our battles, and when he did he always regretted it. When he sided with me he went to the dog house. When he sided with her, I usually went into the boards, HAR HAR HAR! It must have been tough on him.
I pray I will be too when my time comes. What a roller coaster life is sometimes. Today I am back on the diet after an extended thanksgiving, and resuming my regular pre-planned chores. Have yourselves a great Humpday. If there’s someone in your life that you’ve been meaning to call, or a discussion you’ve been meaning to have… today might be a good day for it.