We did Christmas stuff today, mainly we got our first real tree ever and decorated it, it's been a fun day, neither my wife or I have ever in our lives gotten a real Christmas tree so this is a first for everyone in our family.
Another Christmas thing that happened was I decided that I was going to invite my extended family over to our house for Christmas, this would be my father's side of the family actually. My grandma used to always have all her kids and their kids over and a few years prior to her passing I decided to attempt to pick up the event at our house, since I loved my grandma more than the world. Anyway, we've had it at our house now for a few years but I wasn't certain I was going to do it here this year, in fact my wife has been threatening to book us all on a flight to god knows where and have us leave for a week including Christmas, so this decision I made just saved me $6,000.00. The only fucked up part about all of this was that when I sent out the email to invite all my aunts and uncles and cousins and their kids, I basically responded to a bulk email I had received some time ago sent out by my uncle, and included this bulk email, was my dad.
Now, there is zero chance he will show, he has never been to the house I live in now and hasn't met 2 of my four children, so I have to remember not to get stressed out over this, because he isn't coming, because the last time we spoke, it didn't go to well.
My dad has been married a bunch of times, I can't give you a number because it's been years since I've spoken to him so chances are he's gotten hitched since then, but last I heard, he was had 4 marriages under belt. The last one I was aware of was to a nice lady who was always very kind to me and my family, although I had already learned by that point not to get too attached to the wives and certainly don't let my wife or kids get to know them, "grandma" is a phrase kids use with great respect and they don't understand why grandma left AGAIN and was replaced with a NEW grandma, so I kept them away as much as possible. So one day, I get a call from my dad's wife, she tells me he's sick, he's more than sick, he's unconscious and in the hospital, maybe she even said "coma". I call my brother, and we both meet up with his wife at the hospital where my dad was indeed, admitted and unconscious (I was 90% sure he wasn't even there).
The doctor's thought his brain had swelled up for some reason, they were trying what they could but they couldn't really get a medical history on him, which makes sense, he's a con man and ANY written record is a bad thing in his book. So my dad's wife tells me she's been calling his eye doctor all day, because my dad has macular degeneration, and the hospital needs to find out exactly what his diagnosis is, it might be relevant to his current situation. She adds that the eye doctor keeps hanging up on her and won't help at all.
I call the eye doctor. First off, it's NOT an eye doctor, it's a D.O.C. branch, they explain there are no "records" here, it looks like he came in for glasses and complained of blurry vision, they gave him an exam and he declined to purchase any glasses, THAT WAS IT. He had never been diagnosed with macular degeneration and therefore it wasn't going to be any help with his coma. I explained this to his wife who seems confused, which obviously is how he talked her into marrying him in the first place. Regardless, the hospital told us they were going to put him on steroids and we'd just have to wait and see what happens.
My brother and I left the hospital with the promise from my dad's wife that she's call us with any news. She did call, two days later. Apparently my dad woke up from his coma, he woke up, took a few moments, unhooked everything, put on his clothes and walked out of the hospital. he apparently went home and packed a bag and LEFT his wife and THAT is why she was calling me, she was upset that my dad just left her. Apparently as soon as he was awake she immediately started asking about his macular degeneration lie and that was enough to trigger his flight instinct; "confronted with a no win situation, leave".
A day later I got a text from my dad, not a phone call mind you, a text. "I've left my wife, she was cheating on me with a doctor in the hospital while I was in a coma, it's for the best. Don't freak out but I need some short term cash, $2,000.00 should do it. I'll get it right back to you". I responded with a text in kind, "You don't freak out, I don't have $2,000.00".
That was it. That was the last I heard of my dad. That was years and years ago and apparently, today, I inadvertently invited him to Christmas. Fuck I hate this holiday.
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