I have the distinct (dis)pleasure of arranging the kid visits with Josh’s ex-wife. Not sure how that happened, but it is what it is. I usually email her and get stuff arranged a few days ahead. Yesterday she sent me a message saying that the kid has been invited to a birthday party next Sunday and would it be possible for us to bring her home early. I responded that that would be fine, but by the way my dad isn’t doing well so we might not be able to take her at all, I’ll let you know. Her response to that just blew me away.
She told me that if it would be comforting to us to have the kid around that she’d be ok with that because the kid is “pretty good with death.” Seriously? You’re offering me your EIGHT YEAR OLD daughter as comfort when my fucking father finally kicks it because she’s GOOD WITH DEATH????
I haven’t replied to the email yet because quite frankly I’m not sure I can without coming across as a complete bitch.
No small child should be good with death, ever. And it’s not like the kid was close to my dad. She barely knows him.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?
The last thing I want to have to deal with while I’m grieving is your spoiled little brat, thank you very much. Call me selfish, but when it does finally happen I’d really rather my husband was able to focus his attention on taking care of me because I’m feeling fairly certain I’ll be a wreck.
Oh my god I just don’t know what to do with this woman…
I cried yesterday. It was the first time in weeks and it kind of felt good. I didn’t mean to, it just kind of happened. Fortunately I was at home with Josh and he was able to just hold me until I could get it together again.
Mom made all of the funeral arrangements yesterday. He’s going to have the full Masonic service and then be cremated. And they’re going to play “Amazing Grace” during part of the service. That’s what got me. We played it at my grandmother’s funeral and ever since it makes me tear up whenever I hear it.
I’m not one to blow my own horn, but I really do think I’m doing remarkably well in spite of everything that’s going on. Had this all happened just a few years ago I’d have been a total mess. I’m still getting up and going to work when I’m supposed to, I’m eating as well as I ever have, and I haven’t tried crawling into a bottle (booze or pill). So yeah, not bad for someone who’s broken.