late this afternoon the hubs calls and tells me not to check the messages when i get home. of course i immediately want to know why but the hubs is obviously somewhere where he can't really explain why at that point.
this is right before i leave work for the day. i get in the car, dial the hubs and tell him to tell me what the fuck is going on because i'm thinking ok, they called w/ results from his doc visit today and it's bad, or my grandma died. (yes, someone in my family would totally be retarded enough to leave me a voicemail like that, namely my dad.)
apparently my father drunk dialed all of his kids today, thankfully he didn't have my work number, crying, telling us all that our grandma is dying. stupid fuck we know that! this weekend the hubs told my sis that any info about my grandma needs to come through him and he will tell me what i need to know, weeding out the damn drama they create and getting the info from a reliable source (my aunt) instead.
so jim beam-filled dad calls all of his kids to tell us maw-maw came home yesterday and hospice has been there and her brother from wv came down to see her and i should call my mom. wtf. i knew all of this. i know she's dying. i know hospice is there.
and, so far i've received two different emails from my mom telling me how upset my dad is about this and even though he doesn't show it he's quite torn up. really? hmm. once again she's making excuses for him, just like she's done for the last 40 years. omfg i cannot believe the stupid drama these people stir up. maybe he would be more at peace with himself if he was more involved with the people in his life rather than a fucking jim beam bottle. maybe he wouldn't feel so guilty and sad about his mother dying if he had actually paid any REAL attention to her in the last 25 years. maybe if he quit using everything negative as an excuse to crawl in that bottle every day he would be a happier person. but oh no, he doesn't have a drinking problem.
the woman is 80 years old, did they think she was going to live forever???? she's weak. she's ready to go. let her have some fucking dignity and quit making this into anything about yourself! you stupid drunk fuck.
the hubs, my sis and my bro all went over to my parents' house, thank god he didn't reach me, i presume to see what the hell is going on w/ my dad. he's drunk. he's guilt ridden. and this may sound cold but i don't feel a bit sorry for him. i just wish the hubs would get home so he can fill me in on exactly what was said and what's been going on.
i talked to my aunt today and my grandma is tired, from all the visitors today, and they did have to give her some morphine for the pain when she moves. otherwise she's just ready to be done w/ it. we're going to see if she's up to us visiting her tomorrow.