Helluva Week

And yet effective. I achieved some dull but necessary stuff.

The Dad business has affected me for sure. Right now, the question of his dishonesty appears to only be a matter of degree. It is looking increasingly likely that he misrepresented an ill and vulnerable person in order to erase her rights and steal her property.

My own challenges on this matter are considerable. The worst will be explaining to Mother exactly what has happened if it transpires that we are correct. This could have a serious effect on her extremely fragile mental state but she wants to know. Ugh, my hope is that something constructive can be done.

For me personally, there's that sickening sense of being taken for a mug. That my father was a man of questionable principle I knew. I remember him drunkenly telling me that he had done some bad things and without knowing what they were I tried to reassure him, cheer him up. I had no idea his lamentation, performed right in front of me, was about cheating our family, myself included. What a sad silly try-too-hard Pollyanna!

That's just a drag though, a pull down of my mood. It does harm, so I have to not let it become some East of Eden style epic of bad blood in my head. Tonight our mates are turning up, tomorrow we go out on the sea to find seals and puffins. My mother needs defending, I will do the best I can for her, try to seek some justice. For myself all I need to do is move past this latest shock, accept that rather than being a bit of a cnt, he was a total cnt, and forget him.