I've mentioned quite a few times about being raised about wolves.
Well, my mom called today. We hadn't talked (not for any reason other than we're not close) for almost a month.
"I'm calling to let you know before someone else does that Mike's wife died..."
Ummmmm...
Mike is my ex-husband.
There's a few things to discuss here:
My EX-husband. Whom I have a permanent restraining order against. The one who was awful to me in all the ways a person can be awful. Who I was married to thirty years ago.
I've never met his wife.
"Before someone else does...." What does that mean, even? She elaborates, later in the conversation: "I just didn't want you to get blindsided by someone on the street."
Wut.
I looked at the obituary while she was talking. It sounds like she was really sick. It says they were married since 1999, and surprise to me: his sister died three years ago. This actually does make me sad.
But I'm not sure what sort of feelings she expected me to have. *shrug*
I mean, it is sad that he lost his wife. But it affects me....looking around...not at all?
Am I supposed to send a card? Go to the funeral? I legally cannot do either of those, really.
And this is a prime example of my family. You're welcome to puzzle it out.
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