**WARNING**
Serious post that doesn't need to be read, is being posted merely for my own release
If you've ever wondered why I'm fucked up by reading some of my blogs, this will give you a little idea. If you've never wondered (or noticed), now you'll wonder how I'm the least bit sane.
I called my mom this morning. I don't talk to my mom that often, a few times a month. Without getting into all the back ground info as to why she drives me absolutely crazy, some of the things that came out of her mouth to me, her daughter:
-Your Dad's in the hospital ya know ... he's really sick
-He can barely walk, not worried about his heart, it's his lungs. And his nose.
**background info ... my dad is on oxygen, was a 4 pack a day smoker forever, but wouldn't even quit when he had the oxygen. Literally. Last year, he lit a smoke when his tubes were in his nose and blew up his face and nose, did a number on his nasal passages**
-Might be a staph infection.
-He's fat and is hallucinating, said he never did drugs up his nose, only smoked em, but his girlfriend said they did, she's not lying to the doctors
-When the paramedics showed up, they watched him try to climb the stairs to the only bathroom in the house, they're gonna have to move, he can't climb those stairs anymore.
-He said he'd just get a port-a-potti, can you imagine? In his living room ...
-But he got a private room, ya know, cuz he's such a goof. Must be nice to have money ...
Hello Crazy.
My mom ran for her ever-loving life from that man 27 years ago. He never made an attempt to be our dad, never gave her a wooden nickle in child support, why the HELLLL she's still friends with him will always elude me. And why the HELLLL she calls her kids to say these types of things to us!?!? Fuck fuck fuck. I am at work. I have school tonight. I have to get my daughters Easter stuff bought and laundry done, then drive 5 hours to my sisters house to spend the weekend making sure she doesn't do a damn thing around the house and help her with her 4 kids because after having all the left side lymph nodes and hopefully all the cancer removed from her body, she's going to be sore! I certainly wasn't in the mood to listen to my mom making crazy comments about a man who gave her sperm 32 years ago. And now, all I can wonder is why we all still have his last name and if I should leave work and go see him. I haven't seen him in almost 3 years. Obviously I don't want anything bad to happen to him, but it's says enough that this is something I even have to consider.
