My week has been blah, so what should I blog about? Nothing new except that I keep getting up and going to work, reading books, going for my run...and it feels like I'm just going through the motions of life. Wait, I guess I am! Is that really all there is for now? Should I be content with the fact that I'm functional most of the time? Certain things set me off, like when I saw my husband's van driving down the street toward me as I was coming home from work. The very nice guy who bought it lives on Fox Island, but has family and work here, so of course I'm going to see it around. But it doesn't mean that it'll be easy at first. My nephew and his wife(I contacted them) came over to figure out if they wanted any of his *stuff." I'd like "brownie points" for being the bigger person since they are toxic BIL's kid, but have mostly been quietly supportive! It would sure be nice if my husband's "family" would treat HIS children as kindly. I'm finding out that Alison's tears at her dad's service didn't really relate to him; they were in response to this:
Do you see the look of pain on her face? She had asked Patt's sister, "What happened?" and the response was some BS like(excuse my language, it could be worse), "I don't know. Mike(toxic brother) and I loved your dad." REALLY? Then why didn't you show it? He certainly didn't feel loved; he felt criticized, diminished, unsupported and used. That's why we separated ourselves from these relatives, but I'm sure they have their own version of "reality" and are sticking to it. And of course they know why there's an issue, although we don't; they're the ones who haven't contacted any of us for over two months. Geeze.
Much as I adore my photographer nephew, this photo I did NOT want to see. Toxic brother Mike is to the left, looking somber. He really should feel guilty for the junior high drama he subjected my husband to, as well as the $14,000 bill to "help" him out when Patt couldn't finish a job since he was dying of cancer. (long, ugly story) But I'm certain that he thinks he did everything right, and we did everything wrong. P.S. I intend to have nothing more to do with him, EVER. I'm thankful to Ashley for making me laugh with this doctored photo:
Don't you just love "Uncle Stalin?" :) Yes, I still have a sense of humor and am really not as bitter as this post suggests. I just wish that I could commiserate/laugh about these things with my husband who was realistic about his own family and their limitations, but would have probably told me just to let it go and move on. He was better at that than I am though.*sigh*