Not really an anniversary I want
So, I've been a little more MIA as of late. I have been reading, just been under the radar, here's why, not that I need to explain myself.
I'd like, if I may, skip this and the next few days.
Yesterday was exactly 11 years ago, I got a call from the hospital telling me that Dad had died. Since then all the stress and aggravation I had endured built up until recently in the last two years have been hitting me in a way no normal human (Me? Normal? It's okay to laugh) has had to deal with dealing with my mother. When I told Mum that he was gone, her concern was how she was going to make ends-meet. And days later, she'd harass, about money instead of listening about his burial arrangement, that it got so bad that Allen took the phone and ripped her a new one, because Mum wasn't listening. Mum hasn't spoken to me, since August 2022 (she even had a few of the neighbour's on my street believing I was heartless), when she was made to move due to her injury and hip replacement. A little hard to walk upstairs when she alienates the Healthcare workers, and she kept falling down, which meant she had to move to a single floor residence. And let me tell you, she was vicious and hadn't spoken to me, even when I called to wish her well that Christmas. And now that I've moved, she doesn't know that either, since she wouldn't answer her phone.
So now, 11 years later, I still haven't had a chance to mourn. In fact, I've been told because of not mourning right after his passing that I'm "cold and heartless". I don't believe so, I just haven't had a chance to stop to do so. Hell, I haven't even had a chance to mourn my grandfather's passing, and he died in 2008, because of the stressful situation and conditions I'm surrounded with.
I'd like, if I may, skip this and the next few days.
Yesterday was exactly 11 years ago, I got a call from the hospital telling me that Dad had died. Since then all the stress and aggravation I had endured built up until recently in the last two years have been hitting me in a way no normal human (Me? Normal? It's okay to laugh) has had to deal with dealing with my mother. When I told Mum that he was gone, her concern was how she was going to make ends-meet. And days later, she'd harass, about money instead of listening about his burial arrangement, that it got so bad that Allen took the phone and ripped her a new one, because Mum wasn't listening. Mum hasn't spoken to me, since August 2022 (she even had a few of the neighbour's on my street believing I was heartless), when she was made to move due to her injury and hip replacement. A little hard to walk upstairs when she alienates the Healthcare workers, and she kept falling down, which meant she had to move to a single floor residence. And let me tell you, she was vicious and hadn't spoken to me, even when I called to wish her well that Christmas. And now that I've moved, she doesn't know that either, since she wouldn't answer her phone.
So now, 11 years later, I still haven't had a chance to mourn. In fact, I've been told because of not mourning right after his passing that I'm "cold and heartless". I don't believe so, I just haven't had a chance to stop to do so. Hell, I haven't even had a chance to mourn my grandfather's passing, and he died in 2008, because of the stressful situation and conditions I'm surrounded with.