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okay, so i just sat outside and talked to my mom for like..2 hours and all we talked about is my dad.
she made me remember some things i didnt want to and told me some things i didnt even know about.
okay, so keep this in mind so your not confused. My mom and dad divorced in november of 7th grade. He was diagnosed with cancer and given only one year to live in June of that same year. he was living in his own little apartment and he had a girlfriend;; her name was lynette.
yeah. so in march of 2004 my dad was married to lynette. he made sure to ask us [jared and i] if it was alright and etc. and of course, we sed yes. i mean, how could we tell him no when he was supposed to be dying netime now.
and my dad being my dad, kept on living through his expected time frame for life bc he got surgery and things to remove the tumor[even though it had already spread;; it was supposed to make him more comfortable.] when he got his surgery, i would call him everyday from skool to check in and tell him i wish i was the one in that hospital bed.
so he got better after that and was able to do everyday functions;; not easily;; but he was still able to accomplish them.
in december of 2004 [about a week before christmas] he was basically scheduled to die in a week. he was supposed to die on or before christmas. lame present, right? well he pushed on and started getting VERY healthy. he could talk normal and do a lot [well a lot considering he had a brain tumor and was paralyzed on the entire right side of his body] and lived 2 more months. he died on february 15th 2005[a week b4 my birthday] another great present.
now that you know the story;; here are some things that happened that i was never aware of.
one afternoon [in january when he felt good] my mom was at her work and called to check in with my dad. My aunt stayed with my dad and lynette that weekend to visit [she stayed like every weekend] so my mom called my aunt to see if she had left my dads yet. this was the main part of their conversation::
mom: hey have you left don's yet?
aunt: yeah but lynette called me and now i have to turn back around when im already almost home[keep in mind she lives like 3 hours away]
mom: why?!
aunt: well donald tried to walk out on the back porch and he fell on the ground. Lynette doesnt wanna pick him up so she wants me to turn around and come back.
mom: k, im going to don's
so my mom gets there [obviously my aunt is still on her way since she was 2 hrs away and lynette expected my dad to lay there for 2 hours.] and she sees my dad on the ground. Okay, my dad was in the army. he was deep into politics and the news and he was VERY independent. He would never let anyone do nething for him and he had tons of dignity. to leave someone who was so strong and so dignified;; to lie on the ground for 2 hours is not only inhumane but degrating to my father. Not once did lynette even try to call my mom and my mom worked only 5 minutes [AT THE MOST] down the road.
lynette was always so jealous of my mom bc my dad still continued to love my mom.
and to let her jealousy and childish, spoiled attitude get in the way of taking care of my dad's health, and the little bit of dignity that he still had in him, makes me so mad.
needless to say my mo picked my dad up and put him back in his wheelchair without any strain. he was sick. he weighed about 90 lbs.
another situation::
my mom dropped by to check on my dad on her lunchbreak. he was in his wheelchair by the couch, my mom was sitting on the couch and lynette was sitting on the love seat or something. this is the discussion that went on that makes me want to strangle lynette.
dad:: y'know. im just really sad bc the other times that i came back from the hospital, i regained my strangth quickly and could walk and everything.
mom:: well you just have to give it some time. maybe healing this time will take a little longer bc it's cold outside and stuff and you got more sick than you usually are, but you'll regain your strength.
dad:: i know but it just makes me mad bc its not like it was the other times i came back from the hospital
lynette:: well the other times you didnt have a tumor the size of a baseball on your brain.
okay if your not pissed/shocked/sad/serial killer right now. something is wrong bc it shocked the hell outta me. i was to the point where i wanted to call her this late at night and tell her how i felt. and NOT calmly. i wanted to tell her i want her to go to hell. i want her to pay for the shit shes done and the way she treated my dad. by kicking him while he was down with words and actions that were completely outragous.
another one:: my mom walked into my dad's aptmt on her lunchbreak [before lynette and him were married] and lynette was there. My mom walked in and my dad was sick. he had no strength, he had no energy and he looked like he was close to death. My mom asked him what was wrong and he sed he couldnt reach his water and that he didnt even have the strength to pick it up even if he could reach it. a simple task that all of us could do, but something that took the life away from him. my mom looked up and there lynette was sitting in front of her expensive desktop doing jesus knows wut. my mom went into the kitchen got some water and a straw and sat with my dad and helped him by putting the straw to his mouth and etc. lynette was sitting there in the same house, under the same roof, letting my dad dehydrate slowly. he felt a little better after getting some liquid and my mom had to go back to work [although she didnt want to]
the next day;; my dad was sent to the hospital bc of dehydration.
--and my mom also reminded me of what she said at my dad's funeral. i had a speech, she had one and the preacher or w.e did. this is how she started hers out "okay, i first just wanted to tell everyone i was don's favorite." my dad was so fed up with her that the week before he died he wanted a divorce. lol everyone there thought that what she said was so...uncalled for [to say the least] my mom said "if she ment his favorite wife, thats one thing but if she ment his favorite person, thats another because i, and everyone else knew that his kids were his favorite people."
to say the least, i never want lynette back in my life. if she said and did things like that right in front of our faces;; no one knows what kind of abuse and neglect my dad faced for that small, painful part of his life.