The nightmare that never ends


If you’ve read the entire blog, you know my dad was remarried at the time he died and to a woman that is my oldest sister’s age. When my dad was sick and after he died, his wife professed over and over how she could not imagine life without her best friend (my dad).  The first few months, she would call and talk to me about being so depressed that she just could not function.

Well, in April Norma mentioned she was spending lots of time with “her friend”. She would never give a name or many details. I assumed it was a man based on those facts but she never gave any details. When I hung up the phone with her after the first mention, I felt strange. I wasn’t sure if I was upset, jealous, hurt, or what. I had to think about it for a while. So, I mentioned this to Luke and he said she’d been alone for about a year and deserved to be happy. I still somehow felt robbed and upset.

She had her house listed to sell at the time and within two weeks, it sold. She began talking about houses she was looking at and the things they didn’t have that she needed and that sort of thing. Finally, in May when it was time for her to vacate, she told me she was moving into her “new friend’s” house. She confessed she’d been seeing this man for a while and was going to save money by moving into his house temporarily. Apparently, he is from Alaska and spends his winters in Orange Beach and his summers back home in Alaska.  The house he has in Orange Beach was left to him by his parents.  The end of May, she moved in. In early June, she left for a 2+ week trip to Alaska to visit him.

We took our usual month long vacation (me and the kids) down to my mother’s condo (now ours) in Orange Beach in late June. Norma loves spending time with the kids and asked to see them upon her return after the 4th of July.  The first time I dropped them off to her, she invited us into her house. Fresh paint smell. She began to tell me of all the renovations she’d done to the house since moving in. Ok. Well, apparently this wasn’t temporary.

Nothing has been mentioned since. Her regular phone calls to us have become sparse. It’s not that I expected her to stay single forever but I don’t get why it all has to be so secretive.

And speaking of the secretive part, her daughter who regularly keeps in touch with me on Facebook is getting married soon. She met a guy about a year ago and moved in with him a few months later. I can’t really speak on that since I met Luke and married him within 8 months. But, she has registered at Macy’s, Pottery Barn and Tiffany & Co. Ok. Kinda pricey. Am I being shallow? Maybe.  When we were down in Orange Beach after Christmas, she had already shown me my daughter’s dress for the wedding…before she had a ring, a proposal, a dress. Ok.

Yesterday she posted that she would be in Birmingham for the week training for work. Not sure what kind of work that is for. She started her own event planning business about a year ago and works as a bartender and other odd jobs in between to supplement her income. I haven’t heard a word. Wouldn’t you think she would want to come and see the kids? She ships them gifts for every little holiday like Halloween, Valentines, birthdays, etc.  Haven’t heard a word and she arrived here today.

Why don’t I just walk away? Because I can’t. My kids love Norma and ask to see her all the time. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she loves them too. It is wrong of me to rob them of their time with her. It is the same conundrum I went through when Cole was a baby and my father wanted to cut off my mother’s alimony. Do I cut myself off from him and risk having my children hate me for never knowing their grandfather?!? I didn’t want that hanging over my head. And now that nightmare continues.

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