Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

I am really pissed at Dad. Like, supremely pissed. So pissed, in fact, that I can't even talk to him right now.

I think you were the rose colored glasses of the family. You never really let us know everything that was going on, and now that you are gone, it's like Jenga.

It started when Dad told us that he was dating someone. This was a mere 5 months after you left us. I was angry, of course, and told him that I didn't want to know anything about it.

Time passed and he would drop hints about her, and I would have to remind him again and again that I didn't want to know. We even fought about it when he pushed me to the point of not even wanting to talk to him.

Fast forward to his birthday this year. He guilted me and little sister into dinner with him and her.

Truth? I want nothing to do with her. The thought of her roaming around your house, touching your paintings, moving your nicknacks... It makes me want to vomit.

More Truth? I think I have met her before. I bumped into Dad at the airport a few years ago when I had to pick up my roommate from college. He was there, having a drink with a woman. He said she was just a friend, but even then, I knew better.

I asked him today if she was the same woman. His response?

"NOPE."

That's it.

He then followed with "I can tell you when, where and how I met her. Yes, I have known her for years, but we did not start dating until February of '09."

Oh, funny, last time I asked, you said it was April '09. Glad to see that you have 1) changed your answer and 2) waited a whole 90 days until after you passed away to finish grieving and move on.

He was so lucky to have you. Actually, you were too good for him. I will never use the word "hate" in reference to Dad, but I thoroughly dislike him right now. I am completely disgusted.

Sigh. I love and miss you.