Thursdays are a bit love/hate for me - thursday either means my hubby is coming home, or that he is flying out again. He was supposed to fly out again today, but yesterday afternoon we got word that his father is in hospital, and the doctors are saying he only has days to live.
Now, I dont want to sound heartless, but this man is nothing to me, or to my children for that matter. He has been no part of my hubby's life in the whole time I have known him, and hubby only remembers seeing him a few times when he was growing up. In fact, I have only met the man once, about 4 years ago when he was found passed out, so pissed that he had been unconscious in an alleyway for days. Now he is riddled with cancer and my poor hubby is stuck in a weird space, not knowing the man but feeling an obligation to this person who fathered him.
To be perfectly honest, what happens to this man means nothing to me right now, I am indifferent. Of course I dont wish him any suffering, but my greatest worry is how my hubby will cope with this. He has so much going on right now, with another surgery coming up, that seriously, there was no need for the extra emotional stress and strain.
Right now, I just hope that whatever it is that is bigger than us out there, will give us all strength to get through all of this. I really hope that my beautiful man can cope with all of this. Because he deserves for something to go right!
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