Life

People come and go in life and it either changes it for the better, doesn’t change it at all or you learn a huge lesson and try to never make that mistake again. I’ve come across people in the past 35 years that can fall into each category.

My mom and dad divorced when I was little (around 4 years old). He got remarried and they have a son together (she got pregnant with him before mama and daddy got a divorce). For years I didn’t like this woman because, to me, she was the reason daddy left us. My half brother was quick to tell me, when I’d see him when we were little, that was HIS daddy and not mine. I never understood why he would make the effort for them and didn’t do that for us. It hurt. But the older I got, I realized that it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing that daddy never came around. Dear old’ dad had a drinking problem and the drink came before anything and anyone…even his other wife and kid.

Fast forward 31 years…

Here we are…daddy has remarried again, his son from that other marriage uses him (for money, as a babysitter (although *I* wouldn’t leave my dead dog’s body with him)…etc.), and his wife is a psycho freak.

The other woman? The one he *left us for*? Well, we just found out that she has brain and lung cancer. The doctors have given her 3 to 6 months to live. This woman that I had issues with for so long, this woman that I put the majority of the blame on (at one time) for me growing up without a daddy…this woman is going to die.

I feel sorry for her because, aside from the obvious reason, she doesn’t have anyone. Her son treats her like he does daddy…he uses her. I take that back, she DOES have her 2 grandkids and they love her like my kids love my mama. They think the world of her and when she’s gone, it’s going to affect them more than anyone. It’s all so sad.