My Pops was informed by myself and Mom early in the night; it would be to his best interest that he stays in the garage apartment until he leaves once more for the Gulf. He stood there for a few minutes dumbfounded that Mom would even suggest it. I was proud of her for letting him know exactly how upsetting he’s been this last year. He made excuse after excuse pointing fingers at anyone but himself but Mom wouldn’t have it and told him so. She also suggested that he seek out some counseling to work out some of his issues that he may have.
I wanted to show him just how much of a jerk I could be but decided it might be best to let her handle the situation and be there for support, not that he would ever do anything to her but if he came up with some lame excuse or lie I wanted to be there to hear it.
She and Jacks had a long heart to heart talk yesterday morning until he left to work. Apparently he spilled his guts to her about everything that’s been going on between him and the “ASSHOLE” (a new name given to him other than me). She pulled me off to my deck the minute I came home with tears in her eyes telling me the things he did but making me first promise not to go down there and kill him. “Why didn’t Jacks say something to us?” she asked me over and over. All I know is that he is very independent and wants everyone to think life is rosy.
Mom is worried that we my turn out to be like him, but there is no chance of that, she’s had too much of herself in our upbringing. Teaching us patience and love and trying to understand the other persons feelings first, especially if we don’t understand our own.
I am still standing on the edge of laying him out on the floor and doing my best to hold my damn temper down, things can get out of control but I wont let them.
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