Christopher123
Still a Virgin at heart
I'm glad you're getting all of this out and telling your story. That must have been crushing to drive to his bedside and then be ignored, for him to die without making peace with you.
The drive home was the worst. And we're talking approx. a 16-hour drive. I had 16 hours to dwell on that crap. And it wasn't fun. I had to pull over more than once because I couldn't see to drive my freakin car.
I still think about it occasionally because I don't know what I did to make him hate me so much. I wish he would have at least told me. Hell, even if he would have come right out and said, "Yes, I hate you, you're no longer my son, get out of my face."
That would have been better than nothing at all. But he said nothing. He just decided to turn his back one day and that was it. I was left to draw my own conclusions and sit around day after day wondering what the hell I did wrong.
And I'm the same way about people being mad at me. Just tell me what's wrong. It doesn't matter what it is. Not knowing why can be like torture for me.
Same here.
Whatever happened to his 2nd wife? Do you have any sort of relationship with her and can she shed any light on the situation?
She died too. She was much older than he was and in poor health. She'd had heart problems since she was a kid and went through numerous open-heart surgeries and she died not long after my father did. So there's no chance of ever getting anything there. I thought about it after my dad died... calling her and asking her what the hell happened. But see, my sister and brother and I lived with her and my dad for a little over a year while my mother was in rehab. And let's just put it this way, we didn't call her the "evil stepmother" for nothing. That was one whole year of pure hell.
So there's no way I could have gone to her anyway. She hated us kids bigtime. Especially my brother because he challenged her on a regular basis, especially when it came to me. Anytime she'd come after me with her bullshit, my brother would get between her and I and would tell her to stay the hell away from me. So I lost my brother for a while because, since he was a 'threat' to her and was getting in her way of being a meanass bitch to ME, they sent him to stay with other relatives. See, when my mom went into rehab, they (my dad and the stepmother) sold our house out from underneath us and kept us for a little over a year until the place was sold. Because whoever had custody of the kids, of course, got more money from the sale of the house. Once the house was sold, they dumped us back off on my mom and booked to Florida. Took the money and ran, baby.
They also cashed in my 18-year endowment policy that my mom and dad paid into my entire childhood. I was supposed to get that money when I turned 18 for like college or a car or whatever I wanted it for. But they cashed it in and kept the money for themselves.
Nice people, huh?












to you all.













