Last night, things hit home a bit. I was over at my mom's, helping her move a few things upstairs, when I wandered into my old bedroom. Up until recently, my dad had used it as his office. With his departure, the room has been slowly clearing itself out. His computer (I hated that piece of shit!) is gone, along with his favorite chair, coffee mugs, and other items.
Up until then, it didn't seem real. It was very much a bad dream. Now...things suck
All of the pictures are gone, with the exception of some family photos...and some things that mysteriously "disappeared" one afternoon. Namely, the framed Eagles concert poster, and his Vietnam stuff. My mom said I could take the poster, mostly because I'd given it to him, and she knew I'd spent a bit for it. My brother got the Vietnam stuff, because he had been considering joining the Navy. As for the family photos, his not taking (or asking for) them, doesn't really surprise me.
He's cut himself off from everyone. Other than some cryptic texts, I haven't really heard from him since July. He wants nothing to do with us. I can understand not wanting to talk to my mom. I get that. But, to ignore your kids?
However, my one brother has been hauling crap over to his place, and he's said that dad has been acting more and more bizarre.
Things like the windows--even the ones in the basement--being covered over, objects in the garage being covered with plastic, that sort of thing. He noticed the garage items, when he wasn't even allowed to bring the "last load" of crap over last weekend. He found it odd that he wasn't even allowed inside, and was told to leave things in the garage
We think he's had some sort of meltdown. There is a history of mental issues on that side of the family. Hell, all of them were pretty fucked up in the head, and never got any sort of help...so the issues just sort of stayed there. Now dad's in his 70s, and has developed a sort of alternate reality.
Call me cold, but I told my mother than I'm not dealing with that shit. The only person he'll listen to, is my aunt. She can deal with the drama and the mental issues. I'm done with it.
Up until then, it didn't seem real. It was very much a bad dream. Now...things suck

All of the pictures are gone, with the exception of some family photos...and some things that mysteriously "disappeared" one afternoon. Namely, the framed Eagles concert poster, and his Vietnam stuff. My mom said I could take the poster, mostly because I'd given it to him, and she knew I'd spent a bit for it. My brother got the Vietnam stuff, because he had been considering joining the Navy. As for the family photos, his not taking (or asking for) them, doesn't really surprise me.
He's cut himself off from everyone. Other than some cryptic texts, I haven't really heard from him since July. He wants nothing to do with us. I can understand not wanting to talk to my mom. I get that. But, to ignore your kids?
However, my one brother has been hauling crap over to his place, and he's said that dad has been acting more and more bizarre.Things like the windows--even the ones in the basement--being covered over, objects in the garage being covered with plastic, that sort of thing. He noticed the garage items, when he wasn't even allowed to bring the "last load" of crap over last weekend. He found it odd that he wasn't even allowed inside, and was told to leave things in the garage

We think he's had some sort of meltdown. There is a history of mental issues on that side of the family. Hell, all of them were pretty fucked up in the head, and never got any sort of help...so the issues just sort of stayed there. Now dad's in his 70s, and has developed a sort of alternate reality.
Call me cold, but I told my mother than I'm not dealing with that shit. The only person he'll listen to, is my aunt. She can deal with the drama and the mental issues. I'm done with it.



I wish he wasn't like this. There's nothing I can really do for you, but I wish there were.

Similar story with a plastic A-Team Corvette. That was hurled at me for some reason. No idea what went down, other than the toy hit my bedroom wall and shattered. Then I got yelled at for the mark on the wall
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