Well, it isn’t at all funny (about money or about anything else), but truth to tell, the first thought that entered my mind after this morning’s dawn flood of undisciplined thoughts was “My father’s marrying That Witch after my mother died must have been an unholy disappointment for him.”
Second thought: “Disappointment? What are you smoking?? It was a horror show. A horror show of the wildest, most terrifying character.”
The poor man.
He didn’t understand: He could not replace my mother after she smoked herself to death.
A woman is not just a woman
A wife is not just a wife.
The love if your life is not a replicable quantity.
But forgodsake, a harridan surely is a harridan.
Marrying that horrid creature after my mother died and he moved himself to the old-folkerie did one thing for him: it brought him several years of utter misery.
Lonely as he might have been without his wife — his real wife, shall we say — he would have been a hundred times better off without the harridan from Hell who pounced him the minute he walked into the senior citizens’ community where he moved after my mother passed.
Some things are worse than the worst thing you can imagine….