I am so ANGRY and disappointed with H's parents. They live 2.5 hours away and had NO plans yesterday. They couldn't even be bothered to come see their son, who is obviously having a rough time, on a holiday. They talked to him on the phone, and unless H put on a grand show, they should've been able to tell that he was in bad shape just from the tone of his voice. Some red flags should've been raised when he expressed that he was just going to sequester himself away and sleep all day. His parents spent the day posting on FB and enjoying the light snow they got. Happy and warm without a clue. Because they live in denial land. Our son doesn't have problems, it's all his wife.
And me? I go out to make sure he's alive and that he's at least fed and take care of him in his darkest time, and I get to witness the come apart. And get the blame for it all. And hell, maybe it is all my fault but I'm not abandoning my H in his time of need. Where the f*ck were they at? And really where the f*ck have they been his whole life?
It must be so nice to live in lala land where everything's perfect and everyone else is to blame.
M:32,H 32 T:10, M5 BD/H Move Out: 9/2014 - extreme anger H Mental Illness Diagnosis: 4/15 Served D Papers: 10/15 Divorced: 11/15
