This weekend I got some rather unfortunate news. My mother has been hospitalised as half her body is paralysed as cancer she has been fighting for years has gone to her brain.
When I got this message from my brother....I felt nothing. No happiness, no sadness.....nothing. I wasn't going to say anything, but my good wife said it would be the right thing to acknowledge the message. After a while, I did and asked about the severity and all I got was curt replies and then nothing...and when I asked him about what was going on he then said he was dealing with HIS mum....HIS mum! Yeah like we both have different mothers as well as fathers. Asshat.
All I know is she is in Basingstoke Hospital and they do not know how much time she has left...and I'm not likely to get any kind of message saying she has died. He won't even let me know what ward she is on...I'm not wanting to talk to her, but I did want to know what the hospital had to say as my brother doesn't seem to know much more than "very" as to how bad her condition is.
I'm so fucking angry that I thought I may get a little bit of civility from one of my brothers and sisters. I cannot believe I could have been so fucking stupid to think that maybe in a situation like this maybe a little civility could have been in order.
Ironic though, I'm the one who's apparently not acting like family, when the family were the ones who turned their backs on me. They knew how ill I was with my heart and various other things over the last few years yet I was completely ignored. The only time they contacted me was when they wanted something....well, that isn't going to happen anymore, is it?
So it's time to be me....the asshole, the man who does not give a fuck....the man who deserves nothing.
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