I'm trying really hard to understand my dad. Short history: He's never been there, abandoned me & my sisters (to our extreme detriment), never there when I was a teenager, and since I've been an adult has done nothing but to make excuses for himself. But he did give me a job when I needed one and he lent me money FTTT when I was really effed up. And he worked on my car.
But because I try to think the best of people, I have always given him more rope than he probably deserves. It irritates my sisters to no end, this forgiving attitude. I actually HAVE forgiven him for his major failures. But it's the subsequent ones I'm having a hard time with.
Like this. My grandmother has dementia and no longer recognizes anyone. She's in a secure nursing home. Last night, 3:00 AM, he gets a call: Grandma fell out of bed and broke her nose. I'll let him tell it from here:
They were taking her to GG hospital. I got there at 3:30, Mom got there in an ambulance at 3:45. Her nose had been bleeding but had stopped. She said she didn't have any pain, she didn't seem to know that she was injured. The doc on duty ordered a cat-scan to see if there was any damage other than the swollen nose. Mom went to sleep. I asked when is the x-ray? They said about 2 hours. After an hour of nothing happening I went home. She is back at QG now.
Here's my question to the Lounge:
Is it me? Or does that seem especially callous?
Gee, Dad. You waited for a whole hour? And your sleep was disrupted? Boo fucking hoo. She's your MOTHER.
Is it me?
I can hear him asking -- in true bewilderment, ladies and gentlemen, for he does not understand these basics -- "what was I supposed to do? She doesn't know who I am. AND she was asleep. AND they said they'd take her back to the home and call me in the morning with an update. What was I supposed to do: wait?"
Yes, you flaming asshole, you
wait! She is your mother! Just because you've told me "just throw me in a ditch if I ever get like that" does not mean that you're entitled to do the same with her!
Guess what, Dad? When one of my cats has a bad asthma attack, I take him to the vet, and if there's a dog-hit-by-car, the cat-with-asthma waits. I wait for a CAT! Even in the middle of the night! And you can't wait for your MOTHER?
Next time QG calls in the middle of the night, tell them to call one of my sisters and go back to fucking sleep, you loser.
Is it me?