My mother’s new relationship didn’t last very long, but unfortunately it lasted longer than the divorce proceedings. In her haste, she decided to not only break my dad’s heart, but also stomp on it until it was unrecognizable with the way she treated him when the two of them were first separated. I suppose that was her way of justifying her own actions to herself, but I can’t be completely sure because I’m not a soulless monster like she is. My dad moved on, not because he found someone else who was wonderful, but because he was terrified of being alone. About a year into the divorce proceedings he met a woman online with a really shady past, and a well-documented reputation of being a not-so-successful gold digger. When he “met” her online, she was living in public housing with nothing but a couch, TV, and a laptop. Two weeks later, she was flying across the country to move in with a man she’d never seen in the flesh. She didn’t like me from the get-go for some reason. I guess it’s because I exist, therefore I’m a “threat” to whatever she thinks she’ll inherit (my mom kinda wiped him out financially) when he dies. So I’ve only been around her a handful of times since they met four years ago.
These days she spends about 98% of the time in my dad’s condo in Florida, and my dad spends about 95% of his time here,up north. He never talks about her, and when she calls him he goes into the other room because he’s “not allowed” to speak to his own son. That’s right. This cunt actually prohibits my own father from speaking to me, and truly believes that he follows her “orders” when he’s over 1,000 miles away from her. Like I said though, he refuses to talk about her for the most part these days. I’m pretty sure they’re married, but I can’t be 100% certain of it. I’m sure I could find out if I wanted to, but honestly what’s the point now?
As for my mother, things fell apart with her artist lover a few months after the divorce was finalized. She tried to reconcile with my dad, but it was too late. It wasn’t only the fact that she betrayed him, but the way she betrayed him as well. That coupled with his bizarre relationship with this new, dictatorial woman made my mother give up rather quickly on trying to mend the fences. Now she’s with some new guy who likes to beat women, and is basically a drifter. They met online as well. My mother bought a house so that they could shack up together, since, ya know, he couldn’t afford to buy one on his own. Technically my dad actually bought it for them indirectly, being that every penny my mother’s had in her pocket since the early 1970’s has come from my dad. But, ya know, she’s “entitled” to it all. That word has always front and center in my mother’s vocabulary: “entitled”.
So yeah, my dad’s pretty much the saddest person I’ve ever known. He wears it like a rain cloud over his head, even when he thinks he’s fooling everyone into believing that he’s happy. I know better. So do most people who know him.
….And people fucking wonder why I’m so critical of modern western women.ANSWERS： My mother rarely smiled and hardly ever laughed. We lived in a somber household. Work was good and fooling around was bad. I think she was one of those people who wasn’t happy unless she was miserable and had something to complain about.