“Oh to be in England now that April’s there ……” Yes, well, in all fairness, the sun does try to shine, mostly without much success. I really should be counting my blessings, of which there are many.
Let’s face it. It’s much more fun to whine. Or in this case, bitch?
Daughter returned from a visit to South Africa in January. The object of the trip was see her father who, sadly, is now institutionalised. Alzheimer’s, I believe. As I understand it, he has good days and bad days, and Daughter, who loves him dearly, was lucky. Said the time they spent together was both moving and rewarding.
On returning and recalling the high lights of the trip, Daughter casually repeated something her stepmother had said to her. i.e. “Do not expect to be included in your father’s will as your inheritance was your mother’s divorce settlement”.
My divorce settlement, more than thirty years ago, was the deposit on a pondockie in Parkwood, and a handful of empty promises that I had neither the inclination nor the strength to pursue in a court of law.
What’s more, I made every effort to ensure that what ever differences their father and I may have had, it never impacted on their relationship. With great success, I might add – at times it wasn’t easy. (This issue is probably irrelevant.)
At this point, my thoughts become somewhat confused.
Do fathers divorce their children when they divorce the children’s mother? I wouldn’t have thought so in this case, judging from the strength of their relationship over the years.
Surely it’s not quite appropriate to be discussing their father’s will? He’s in his mid sixties and whilst the lights may have dimmed, he is still in residence.
Is this wishful thinking on behalf of Stepmom? (The 50 year old Barbie complete with boob job, botox and hair extensions (told you I was going to bitch :-)) or does she now hold all the cards?
No point in thinking about it I guess. Actually not even my business. With any luck I shall depart before he does and I will never know the outcome.
My consolation is: What goes around, comes around and I’m hoping she is counting her chickens before they are hatched.
On her return