So a little bit of background might be needed, last year my Mother left to go to Scotland by herself. She explained that her plan was to get a job and find a house, so that my Vatti (dad) and youngest brother could follow.
9 months pass.
She finds a house, has had a job for a while and it's all go. My dad packs as much as possible into the back of the van (this included 3 large dogs) and off he went. To live out that dream of relaxing with a sea view so close you can taste the salt from the front door, a quieter life a slower jaunt. It's very close. 30 paces tops.
So that stuff happened, after 23 ish years of being down here they leave. That's alright, I don't mind the leaving. It's a natural process, people move on, spread out. Do that, go and experience fancy new shit. I love new shit.
The last few weeks, something wasn't right. No one is blind enough to not notice. We get a text from Vatti, by 'we' I refer to brother and I. That simply says 'Congrats on new job, me and your mom have split up'.
What the fucking nora are you having a bastard joke? Since when in farks name has it been acceptable to text these things? Never that's when. Never.
So this had obvious repercussions. Why am I going to call? Why would I do that? They didn't have the time to call us. I have now turned into petty child.
In truth it was Maternal side that instigated said split.
|I imagine it to look like this. (borrowed from BrokenHeart)|
So now, I have to ask 'Why?'
If within 1 month of moving why would you do that? Take 2 people and 3 dogs away from their support network only to then realise that you don't really want 1 of them. The one that is for life. The one that is now sleeping in the blady spare living with all his stuff. I should add they have broken up a few times before, for a few months here and there. I'm from that family. This time the word 'divorce' is on the menu.
Obviously I don't agree with people being unhappy in a relationship, no one should do that to themselves. But there is a part of me that is angry, well, pissed off. If someone had moved me 800 miles from my friends and some family then did this to me. I can't quiet imagine the amount of hurt that would cause.It's pride shattering too.
Since then I have had numerous phones calls from one or the other. My hair is filled with secrets.
So now, what's the protocol? What is it that I am supposed to do when I am angry with one side of the party and trying to help the other? I am guessing I need to grow up and get my own shit together.
Am I now from a broken home? Do I get double christmas gifts now? Or, is it business as usual?
Whats the deal?