Who can say? I had been on non- speaking terms with her for a few years when she came home for Xmas one year. She starts yammering to me about it, and all I can think is how much vodka and blow I'd seen her go through over the years. Pot/ kettle. I actually don't think I believed her, or really cared all that much.

When my dad died, my mom's early stage dementia jumped into something more advanced pretty overnight. So my sister and I were pretty much running the show the week between him dying and the funeral. At some point early on my sister (whose animosity with the Cunt goes back way farther than mine) asked about what happens if/ when the Cunt showed up for the festivities. I told her I honestly hoped she was dead. Even my sister was kind of shocked, but it was and is true. Haven't heard a peep from her, so hopefully she is. I run a search for her maybe once or twice a year. Rather know where she's coming from and not be surprised.

That week was the "switch" in my head that told me my marriage was done. My sister and I spent the afternoon after he was gone with the undertaker writing the obit, planning the service, all that fun stuff. I was pretty wiped. I come home to my precious bride on the couch watching Dr. Phil or some shit. She looks up and asks "where you been? Have you been out paying bills?". I told her where I'd been. She tells me I should've been paying bills instead. What the f'ing fuck?

My company has a pretty generous bereavement leave, so I was basically off work from Friday until the Monday a week later. Maybe Tuesdayish, I'm puttering around the house waiting to go to the appointment with the Padre doing the service. She walks in the door, looks at me and launches over rather or not I was going to work this week. Really snotty tone. I told her she knew how long I was going to be off because she was there when I talked to my boss about it. Of course, I was a liar, that had never happened. I shrugged my shoulders and left to go have a few cocktails before the meeting.

It pretty much went on like that all week. It's a wonder I didn't smother her with a pillow. In retrospect, I think I'd have never been convicted. Ah, what could have been.