Made progress on the house today after getting back from seeing Grandma Wava, cleared out a few more patches. Met my brother’s girlfriend, she is great, love her.
Had a phone conversation with the Worst Person in the World, confirmed my total disgust with her. Asked her how she could file for divorce and spend FOUR YEARS making my Dad’s life miserable, hating him, and then now she says she’s still married to him. How? How can she live with herself? Kept at her, asking her questions. Told her that when I decided that I was done with a man, I was DONE, and as a woman, I don’t understand how she can come back now and claim to still be married, just to try to get his last remaining possessions. Tried to reach a human place in her, but there is none. She has no soul. She just kept saying, “It’s just a fact. I’m still married to him.” Over and over and over.
Listened to a phone message on my Dad’s machine from a furious, badly injured (multiple broken bones, needs physical therapy) patient? ex-girlfriend? not sure, but she blamed him for all of it, said he should have helped her. No idea what that’s about. Another mystery. Update: found out later that this is an alcoholic patient who had some sort of relationship with my dad, briefly romantic, but mostly platonic. At one point she was at my Dad’s house, had dinner, got wildly drunk (What? Why would you let her get drunk at your house, Dad. An alcoholic patient? Really? WTF?) and then she went to a bedroom and shut the door. While she was in there, the doorknob fell off on the inside (yes, the place is at that level of disrepair)and she freaked out, though my Dad was holding her hostage, called 911 and my Dad spent the night in JAIL over it.
Showered in my Dad’s bathroom and wept at the sight of his comb, brush and cologne.