Death and an Ex
Buried my Grandfather this week. It was a tough day, in part because of the 8 hours of driving.
Also in part due to "stress with an ex". My son lives two hours in the opposite direction of the funeral, he's 12 years old, and she refused to allow him to ride the bus up to the city to save me three extra hours of driving time.
I was so furious. "My grandfather just died, can't you just give me a fucking break?!"
I circumvented her. My brother, who didn't have room to bring him to the funeral because he already has three kids, delivered him to the bus for me... against her wishes, without her knowledge. And then I sent him home on the bus last night, despite her protestations. I couldn't believe the anxiety that filled me when I texted her to tell her he was riding the bus anyway. I'm sure that's how a battered wife feels when she realizes the soup cans aren't all faced properly in the cupboard. I wish I could hire Sam and Dean to send her demon soul back to hell.
It's always good to see family you haven't seen in a long time, it's too bad it seems to take a death to get us all together. The service was okay, but the eulogy delivered by my uncles was the highlight, and also the hardest part to get through. I was so glad to have my son there, he was a great comfort to me during those tough moments. He's a very empathetic soul. It made it all worth it.
Buried my Grandfather this week. It was a tough day, in part because of the 8 hours of driving.
Also in part due to "stress with an ex". My son lives two hours in the opposite direction of the funeral, he's 12 years old, and she refused to allow him to ride the bus up to the city to save me three extra hours of driving time.
I was so furious. "My grandfather just died, can't you just give me a fucking break?!"
I circumvented her. My brother, who didn't have room to bring him to the funeral because he already has three kids, delivered him to the bus for me... against her wishes, without her knowledge. And then I sent him home on the bus last night, despite her protestations. I couldn't believe the anxiety that filled me when I texted her to tell her he was riding the bus anyway. I'm sure that's how a battered wife feels when she realizes the soup cans aren't all faced properly in the cupboard. I wish I could hire Sam and Dean to send her demon soul back to hell.
It's always good to see family you haven't seen in a long time, it's too bad it seems to take a death to get us all together. The service was okay, but the eulogy delivered by my uncles was the highlight, and also the hardest part to get through. I was so glad to have my son there, he was a great comfort to me during those tough moments. He's a very empathetic soul. It made it all worth it.