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A revolving door of dramas
May. 27th, 2003 02:28 amWell, the cat's out of the bag. Let me explain.
My father had a serious heart attack a few years ago, one which had a lot to do with him smoking most of his life. End result was, he could not smoke anymore. At a certain point sometime afterward, he began sneaking cigarettes. I caught him one day and he made me promise not to tell my mother. Knowing how they would both go to pieces if I did, I didn't tell her. Fast forward to today, he decides to come clean and oh, by the way, Tyree knows. Now my mom's furious, she says she can't stop crying. She's mad at him, mad at all his friends who knew and didn't tell her, and mad at me. She says she's not and she might even think she means it, but I think she is. I certainly would be. And finally it dawns on me, what was so simple that it should've dawned on me from day one: I should've just told her. He'd have gotten over being mad at me. So now we've got a lovely family mess to deal with. I'm glad he decided to tell her though. Maybe telling her means he's finally decided to get serious about taking care of his health. I can only hope.
Now for the good news: I finally reached Lesley today. I was expecting to find her morose and mistrustful but instead she answers the phone literally bursting with happiness, eagerly asking what we were going to do on our Tuesday get-together this week. Needless to say, this was all a pleasant surprise to me and made me feel a little silly for dreading that I'd made her so sad and unhappy. Lesley has a way of surprising you like that. She doesn't always do what you expect, nor when you expect it. Anyway, we're watching Moulin Rouge tomorrow 'cause I've never seen it. I'm hoping things will be more light-hearted than they were last Tuesday. Now that we've cleared the air a little, I'm optimistic. I just wish I didn't have to call my mom this morning and see if that ugly situation has improved any. I don't technically "have to," but being her son, I think I should.
My father had a serious heart attack a few years ago, one which had a lot to do with him smoking most of his life. End result was, he could not smoke anymore. At a certain point sometime afterward, he began sneaking cigarettes. I caught him one day and he made me promise not to tell my mother. Knowing how they would both go to pieces if I did, I didn't tell her. Fast forward to today, he decides to come clean and oh, by the way, Tyree knows. Now my mom's furious, she says she can't stop crying. She's mad at him, mad at all his friends who knew and didn't tell her, and mad at me. She says she's not and she might even think she means it, but I think she is. I certainly would be. And finally it dawns on me, what was so simple that it should've dawned on me from day one: I should've just told her. He'd have gotten over being mad at me. So now we've got a lovely family mess to deal with. I'm glad he decided to tell her though. Maybe telling her means he's finally decided to get serious about taking care of his health. I can only hope.
Now for the good news: I finally reached Lesley today. I was expecting to find her morose and mistrustful but instead she answers the phone literally bursting with happiness, eagerly asking what we were going to do on our Tuesday get-together this week. Needless to say, this was all a pleasant surprise to me and made me feel a little silly for dreading that I'd made her so sad and unhappy. Lesley has a way of surprising you like that. She doesn't always do what you expect, nor when you expect it. Anyway, we're watching Moulin Rouge tomorrow 'cause I've never seen it. I'm hoping things will be more light-hearted than they were last Tuesday. Now that we've cleared the air a little, I'm optimistic. I just wish I didn't have to call my mom this morning and see if that ugly situation has improved any. I don't technically "have to," but being her son, I think I should.
