So my wife left five hours ago to go help clean up her dad’s place. She’s teaming up with a sister or two and they hope to box everything, throw out trash, etc and then somebody will rent a truck or something and move everything to storage. Her dad will never see his house again; he is in too much pain to travel the 90 some-odd miles to get there.
Well, he just called. Thursday is his day for chemo. He said today he asked his doctor for a prognosis. His doctor looked him in the eye and said “Bad.” The only thing they can do is limit the pain, the cancer is in the bone (spine). No recovery, no nothing. Just try not to have him hurting so much.
“Well, that’s the bad news. The good news is, the house sold.”
He then launched into ten minutes of talking about his estate – they close in about four weeks. He doesn’t really care what happens to the stuff, he doesn’t want anything. Invest the money to support his ex-wife for as long as possible. “Just remember, the movers charge by the pound, and the mile. So every pound you throw away, it’s that much longer that you can support your mother-in-law.”
He finished up by telling me I was the best thing to happen to his daughter and his family, and not to feel one bit sorry for him since he’s lived a long roller coaster life and enjoyed almost all of it. Then he goes “So, may I speak to my daughter, please?”
“Well, she’s not here, she went to pack up your house.”
“Oh, okay, well, some other time then. I’m going to bed now, I’m exhausted. Good nite.”
So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I tried calling her cell and her sister’s house, no luck. I think I picked a bad week to quit drinking.
The kids wonder why I sit at the computer and cry so much.
Update, next morning: I talked with my wife a bit ago, she (on the outside at least) is not at all upset by anything that has happened. Apparently her dad called her sister and “was very mean” to her, so they’re all acting like, “whatever.”
*SIGH*
I do wish to thank everyone for their support (public and private), it means a lot. As if you couldn’t tell I don’t really have anyone else to talk to about this, so you’re stuck with it. I will try and keep a stiff upper lip for the weekend, at least. Thanks.