Other Half's mother may be dying. She left a message at her ex-husband's studio apologizing for the crap she pulled and the bullshit she fed him. Then said she's in end-stage liver cancer.
But we can't confirm this. Other Half hasn't spoken to her in over a year, and isn't friends with her on Facebook. He's tracked down one of her friends, and sent a message asking for details and contact info.
I'm of several different minds on this.
One part of me is devastated for him.
Another is relieved that I don't have to worry about her throwing a fit over not being invited to the wedding (if she's there, his father won't be, and we'd rather have his father).
Yet another wishes she'd just died and left us not knowing what happened.
One tiny part of me has been wondering for a long time if she was actually sick, and all her Munchhausen-ish antics have just been her not knowing how to advocate for herself.
Most of my brain, though, is convinced that all of this is irrelevant, because now we have to figure out some way of getting Other Half to Salt Lake City. And I have *NO* idea how that's going to happen. We're just starting to get our heads above water, and he can't afford to take time off right now (FMLA does not apply as of yet).
But we can't confirm this. Other Half hasn't spoken to her in over a year, and isn't friends with her on Facebook. He's tracked down one of her friends, and sent a message asking for details and contact info.
I'm of several different minds on this.
One part of me is devastated for him.
Another is relieved that I don't have to worry about her throwing a fit over not being invited to the wedding (if she's there, his father won't be, and we'd rather have his father).
Yet another wishes she'd just died and left us not knowing what happened.
One tiny part of me has been wondering for a long time if she was actually sick, and all her Munchhausen-ish antics have just been her not knowing how to advocate for herself.
Most of my brain, though, is convinced that all of this is irrelevant, because now we have to figure out some way of getting Other Half to Salt Lake City. And I have *NO* idea how that's going to happen. We're just starting to get our heads above water, and he can't afford to take time off right now (FMLA does not apply as of yet).
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