Tomorrow is the funeral of my step father who died on Monday and as one would expect, its been a bad week for me. Anyway, you may recall that a week or two ago, my mother and I had words and she had a field day against me and my wife for rip[ping 10 bells out of. You may also recall that i advised you about my brother who lives about 200 miles away and when he comes home, even though he has not been around more than 4 times a year if lucky and I have done everything for her, she goes out and kills the fatted calf (figure of speach) as welcomes the prodical son home.
This week has been a mental disaster for me. From the time of Clive's death, Paul came down and he was the one who advised me of his passing by telephone. My mother - despite me being the oldest of us two has wanted absolutely nothing to do with me this week. This despite the fact that I have knowledge of the processes probate etc and also deal with familly affairs on a daily basis and familly life. I am after all - a parent.
This week she has done things lower than even I thought possible. Yesterday, Clives death appeared in the paper in the section and I opened it to read, to see that she had only put a message from her and Paul - nothing at all with my name or my wife's in. She included the damned dogs but not her eldest son. I have done everything for her over the years - fetched and carried, carried and fetched, bled etc and she did not have the decenecy to just put mine and Carol's name on the bit. I was horrified to say the least and when I called her in disgust, she stated that she had told us to put our own in - she never did at all, she makes up things to suit the situation and then I have to step and back down.
The funeral has all been arranged, I found out yesterday, that despite the fact that clive was not techically our stepfather (hes been around for 20 plus years its easier to see him as that) - the hearse is to leave from the funeral place and guess who is not going in the black car. RIGHT IN ONE.
Paul and her have planned it that she wants to stay for five minutes at the crematorium and say thanks to the people coming - she has asked the funeral people to go and can you believe this - I am bringing them straight home. Me - the only reason she needs me is that I have four wheels and that is it.
I am still stunned that I am not in that car - surely its my right and the funeral people can wait a few minutes?
So tomorrow, Carol and I go, do the dutyful bit and then smiling we drive them home and back to their own little lives.
I organised flowers yesterday, she was desperate for me to use the same florist - I told her I was using Interflora. I believe that she wanted to know what I had spent and what I had done.
I have offered to take her to see Clive - oh no - cant do that - she has also given strict instructions that no one is allowed in but her - like she did in the hospital. I would have liked to have said goodbye.
I went to the airfield last night where Clive and I flew together - she was not happy when I told her about that at all. Cannot understand why as I have been going for years and I wanted to see if I still had any want to go for now or the future.
I feel as though tomorrow, I should be stood at the back at the crematorium and out of the way with Carol. After all Payul is there and as she told me - she could not have done anything without him - she made sure she has pushed me out as far as I can go.
I know we will drive home in silence or she will start at us again. After all she is the only one in the world who is greiving - she has made it clear and told everyone that it was her partner and Clive and i never saw eye to eye.#
When we get home - I just want to close the door on her and feel as though never want to see her again in case I turn into her.
Should I ?
Am I wrong to feel like I do?
What do you think and / or would do?
Kev
This week has been a mental disaster for me. From the time of Clive's death, Paul came down and he was the one who advised me of his passing by telephone. My mother - despite me being the oldest of us two has wanted absolutely nothing to do with me this week. This despite the fact that I have knowledge of the processes probate etc and also deal with familly affairs on a daily basis and familly life. I am after all - a parent.
This week she has done things lower than even I thought possible. Yesterday, Clives death appeared in the paper in the section and I opened it to read, to see that she had only put a message from her and Paul - nothing at all with my name or my wife's in. She included the damned dogs but not her eldest son. I have done everything for her over the years - fetched and carried, carried and fetched, bled etc and she did not have the decenecy to just put mine and Carol's name on the bit. I was horrified to say the least and when I called her in disgust, she stated that she had told us to put our own in - she never did at all, she makes up things to suit the situation and then I have to step and back down.
The funeral has all been arranged, I found out yesterday, that despite the fact that clive was not techically our stepfather (hes been around for 20 plus years its easier to see him as that) - the hearse is to leave from the funeral place and guess who is not going in the black car. RIGHT IN ONE.
Paul and her have planned it that she wants to stay for five minutes at the crematorium and say thanks to the people coming - she has asked the funeral people to go and can you believe this - I am bringing them straight home. Me - the only reason she needs me is that I have four wheels and that is it.
I am still stunned that I am not in that car - surely its my right and the funeral people can wait a few minutes?
So tomorrow, Carol and I go, do the dutyful bit and then smiling we drive them home and back to their own little lives.
I organised flowers yesterday, she was desperate for me to use the same florist - I told her I was using Interflora. I believe that she wanted to know what I had spent and what I had done.
I have offered to take her to see Clive - oh no - cant do that - she has also given strict instructions that no one is allowed in but her - like she did in the hospital. I would have liked to have said goodbye.
I went to the airfield last night where Clive and I flew together - she was not happy when I told her about that at all. Cannot understand why as I have been going for years and I wanted to see if I still had any want to go for now or the future.
I feel as though tomorrow, I should be stood at the back at the crematorium and out of the way with Carol. After all Payul is there and as she told me - she could not have done anything without him - she made sure she has pushed me out as far as I can go.
I know we will drive home in silence or she will start at us again. After all she is the only one in the world who is greiving - she has made it clear and told everyone that it was her partner and Clive and i never saw eye to eye.#
When we get home - I just want to close the door on her and feel as though never want to see her again in case I turn into her.
Should I ?
Am I wrong to feel like I do?
What do you think and / or would do?
Kev