Ok, I will apologize in advance if this gets a little rambly, but I am still a bit emotional about the whole thing. So, on the 7th of January (which was a Monday), my father had a major heart attack. We (my husband and me) where here, so we got paramedics and everything here as quickly as you can when you live in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, he ended up in a hospital that is 39 miles from where we live. At the time, we had a big, full size conversion van. As such, it was a bit of a gas guzzler, but it did run well. Being emotional, not thinking and a bit numb at the time, when my husband suggested that we get rid of the van and get a small car, I agreed. I was thinking he would use his damn head and realize we have three children and need at least three seat belts across the back seat. Well, he found one that didnt have a battery in it, but the price was decent and we knew we would get a bit extra out of our van. So, he sells our van, gives the guy the cash, then checks to see if the car will run. Can you guess what happened? The damn piece of flaming dog shit wouldn't run, so that left us stuck with NO transportation.
Well, by this point, we know that my dad suffered severe brain damage with his heart attack and only his brain stem is functioning. So, my mother, his brothers and me decided to take him off the ventilator on the 16th (the following Wednesday). We had to get a ride up there so I could at least be there when they took him off. I wanted to stay there with him so at least SOMEONE would be with him, but my husband threw a fit, asking how was he supposed to take care of our three kids. I came home and we get a call the next night at five minutes till nine telling us that my father had passed. The next day, a friend of ours pulls the flaming piece of shit to his house and they get it fixed within an hour! Well, the thought of havin a working car made me feel a little better, until we went to get in and we noticed there are only two seat belts in the back and we have three kids. In our state, children can not sit in front until they are twelve and my oldest is only ten. So now, we are stuck with this piece of flaming dog shit that just keeps throwing more problems at us.
I guess my whole thing is, he keeps asking me why I am angry and why it seems like I don't want to be around him very much right now. I mean, really? After all the shit he has pulled in the last month, what the hell does he expect? I guess I am asking, do I have a right to be angry, or am I just overly sensitive because of losing my father? Oh, and I forgot to mention, my husband had promised my father that he wouldn't get rid of the van until he had another working vehicle (preferably a minivan), so I sorta feel like he broke his last promise to my dad.
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