
Originally Posted by
gravitylover
I don't know where else to go with this so you folks are getting it.
Fuck my brother is being a dick. Wasn't the way I envisioned it... I called my dads phone the other day to hear his voice and my brother answered so I told him to hang up so I could call back and hear the message because I wanted to hear his voice again. He laughed at me and sneered that he changed it already then hung up.
I'm starting to be angry at my dad rather than missing him sometimes. It's weird, I can't say I didn't expect it but I didn't think it would happen so quickly. Probably because I didn't expect him to pass so quickly. I have all this quiet time in the car when I'm working and it's an hour between stops and I realized the other day that he didn't have to pass so quickly. It's not that I didn't know it but it hit harder this time. He was a lardass, not really fat just a lazy fuck from as far back as I can remember. We rode bikes about a mile once when I was maybe 8 or 9 and he was 31 or 32 and he whined for half of it and never did it again meanwhile I was a 'bike kid' that went everywhere right up to the day I got something motorized on my bike no matter if it was 30 miles or 30 blocks. We walked a few golf courses up until I was in high school and that was it, he wouldn't even play a course that didn't have carts and he wasn't even 40 yet. He had his first heart attack at 42 and was never right again after that. It was a never ending string of letting doctors fuck him up rather than fix him while he sat around and let more problems develop. Until his dad all the men in my family died at 70, he made it to 77. When my dad turned 78 I tried to get him to go out with us to celebrate the record but it was "too much" so we brought a sugar free cake and had coffee with him at home. Yeah, I'm annoyed that he let himself fall apart and now his grandchildren don't have him and even though we didn't have the greatest relationship we could still talk and he was still my dad. There were things we knew about each other and things we could talk about that nobody else could and I'm pissed that he took that away. I'm pissed that he made it so uncomfortable to talk about what broke our relationship that I didn't because I knew it would hurt him and break it worse. Now I'm stuck dealing with my brother being a dick and me most likely shut out of what I always kinda thought was coming to me. As I talk about it I realize that I'm pissed at him for making it hard to talk about because he didn't want it fixed, that he agreed with my mom and just humored me for the last few years. Damnit I'm fucked up.
Hey GL,
I don't have any solution to your anger, but just wanted to let you know you're not alone and I'm so sorry. Your story hits home so hard. I'm still so angry with both my parents, and it really varies from sadness to anger day-to-day, but lately it's really been more anger than anything else. They both died of alcoholism (cirrhosis, cancer, take your pick) 6 months apart last year, and they could have had so many more years to spend with their grandchildren. They were only 74. The hardest part is being mad at both of them for different reasons, but that's a whole other story that I'm still working through. Long story short, it's fucking hard man. I hope you have someone to talk to as I know so many dudes just hold this stuff in. I'm lucky that my wife will talk to me, but I probably need more eventually as it's starting to affect my daily life. She's great and will listen, but she has her own grief to work through as they were her in-laws for nearly 20 years.
I hope you can find peace.
GGL
Some people are like Slinkies... not really good for anything, but you still can't
help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs...
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