Wow. What a night. Started out so happy. Both kids finally in the house for 5 whole days. I just love them so much, and the older they get, the more interesting they are becoming. Sure, they like to do their own thing when they are home, but just to have them here…I’m not alone. And they seem to really enjoy talking with me. Reminds me that all the sacrifices I made throughout the years, especially the isolation of an at-home mom with a H that buried himself in his own hobbies outside the home, were 100% worth it!
Then….Bam. Happiness turns to sadness. Late night phone call from the nursing home. My MIL passed away. What?! I just spent over 2 hours with her on Sunday! She was doing poorly mentally, but no signs that death was imminent. She was 89. I guess just her time. The nursing home called ME. Does that give you an idea the involvement I had in her care? They didn’t mention they even tried H first. My phone is on silent after nine, but several important #s can get through, family, and the nursing home. I guess H doesn’t think he needed to do that. 5 calls, 2 text messages. I finally had to leave a VM that his mom passed. How sad. I’m angry at him for it! Once again, left to me to deal with a situation. Spent some time at the home to say goodbye and make sure she was sent to the proper place. I guess H will call in the morning. I don’t think I’ll sleep at all tonight. Hope he is having a nice sleep. Ugh.
So, now I can almost predict what will happen. H will look to me on who to call, what to do, etc. I had always taken care of everything related to his parents care and estate. I want to take care of things for my MIL. I loved her and was close to her. But I want to also say “You don’t want to live like we are married, so figure it out”. But, my heart tells me this isn’t the time to dig in my heels. I really don’t know what to do. Maybe it will be clearer in the morning.
