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My Dad Never Liked my Wife.
My dad has never liked my wife. Even though she was right in front of him, he didn't try to hide how much he hated her.
"He's an old bastard!" Kimmy would cry for me. When they had to spend time together, she was the bigger person and smiled through his comments. But when we left, she told everyone. In the end, I gave up trying to force them to be together.
My dad has grown older over the last few years. His mind wasn't as healthy as it used to be, but his body was. He lost his way and became angry at times. He would remember me some days and yell at me the next, telling me to leave. I knew he wouldn't do well with a stranger taking care of him after the time I took him to a visit and he fought with the doctor. Every day, I went to his house.
Kimmy had the day off a few weeks ago. She had been busy all the time and working late before. We were going to a nice restaurant, but I had to check on my dad first. I asked her to go with me.
"We have had our fights, but he's not doing well." I'll be there.
I told her thanks for being nice.
"He probably won't remember you anyway," I said with a sad laugh.
My dad was in bed when we got there. I went to him upstairs.
"Son?"
