Now today is a different story. I have had maybe 3 hours of sleep in 3 days...not from drugs but from sadness. My dad closed on my dead mother's condo on Wednesday. We had a great visit. Friday I called 3 times to see if he got home ok, but they were out at the casino. He finally called back and his last words to me were "I love you sweetie" His girlfriend calls me back screaming to stay out of their lives. I told her he is my father, and I was just checking in. I said a few other things that I would rather not repeat, but she used the f-word a hundred times it seemed. She is 65 years old...dad is 76.
Anyway, I got an email this morning to never call him. I can only write to ask about the weather or health. I feel the next time I see my dad he will be in the morgue. He has forsaken his family. My brother and sister-in-law and their kids, who are only 2.5 hours from our house, wanted to see him, but he didn't go 'cause he didn't want a lecture.
She thinks all I want is money. I am ok in that area because I have a good job and work all the time. She also thinks my dad and I had incest. Met her for the first time a few years back, I showed my dad my thong because had to get one for these cool pair of low-rise jeans I bought since my granny undies showed. The thong had a pretty heart-shaped rhinestone adornment. That is why she thought we had incest. So, because of that, (what she told me after I asked her about the incest thing, but I think she is a ho) she took off her bra in a honky tonk bar and let all the people see her uggly saggy tits. I wanted to vomit.
Sorry for the long story...helped to just write you about it, forgive me. She is crazy!
Now I have 4 hours to sleep before a 12 hour shift.