I Hate Liars

I deleted some of my favorites that either haven’t written in ages or I find that I don’t read.  I picked up some new fantasy books by a guy named Stephen R. Donaldson, about the life of one Thomas Covenant.  They’re pretty good so far.  Turns out I picked up the two most recent books in the series and when I started reading the prologue of the first one, it mentioned the prior books.  So I went and picked up two of them.

I do have less than good news to report.  On Wednesday, last week, Rob’s cell rings while I’m taking a delivery.  (I carry his phone with me in case I have to call someone if they don’t answer the door or whatever since I don’t have my own.)  I don’t answer it, because I usually don’t when someone calls his phone.  But I noted that it was his mom calling.  So a few minutes later, I checked the voicemail and she’d left a message saying that his dad was in the hospital.

Well, I got off at eight that night and called my parents to tell them that I would wait for Rob to get out of H&R Block’s class.  I did, (and also got some pretty good drawing done for my Holmes/Phantom novel’s cover,) and when he came out, I told him to check out the message on the phone.  He did and I *think* he called then to find out what was up.  Yeah, he did.  I guess she told him that night that he was severly anemic and needed a blood transfusion.  Plus, he’s a borderline diabetic and I guess things were going on with his legs and feet, (if you know anything about diabetes, it can effect your legs, your eyes, it’ll pretty much wreak havoc on you if you’re not careful.)

Rob’s gone to see him I think twice now.  Last night, he came out of the bathroom as I got home and I asked what was up where his dad went, because my dad had caught me outside and said that Rob had gotten a phone call saying his dad was in pretty bad shape.  He told me that his mom said his dad’s body rejected the blood transfusion and they’re trying something different, etc., etc..  Not to mention that I guess an oncologist has been brought in to look him over.  (Which means, big surprise, cancer.)  It really hit him last night, though, that while his dad may have been one sh*tty father, he was the only biological father he has, and it’s likely he’s gonna lose him soon.  He wound up sobbing in my arms for a little while.

To be compeletly honest, I have no sympathy for his dad whatsoever.  The ‘man’s’ (and I use the term man loosely.  Someone who can think what he does about Rob does not define ‘man,’) smoked and drank in excess for who knows how many years, so honestly, the fact that his "health" is catching up with him is no surprise.  Plus, he deserves everything he’s getting because of the lifestyle he refused to give up.  No one can smoke and drink that much for that long without having some pretty serious repercussions.

But, while Rob knows that I flat-out have no sympathy for his father, he does know that I’ll be there to comfort him, and support him if he needs me.

Aside from the fact that I think his father’s a jackass, though, I’m honestly wondering about his mom now, too.

Okay, bit of history is needed here.  I don’t know if I wrote about this on OD, or where the entry would be if I had.  Back in October of last year, towards the end of the month, I’d sent a letter to Rob’s father, basically telling him how selfish I thought it was that he didn’t come to Rob’s and my engagement party that my parents threw, and how disappointed Rob was that he ducked out, and how I didn’t appreciate him using me as an excuse not to be there.  (He’d told Rob the day after that he hadn’t felt like showing up because he didn’t think *I* wanted him at my house.)

First of all, don’t use me as your freakin’ excuse to not come to your own son’s engagement party, you coward.  Especially when you know nothing about me, and even if I didn’t want you there, I would not have said anything because I knew Rob did want you there.

Anyway, after he got and read said letter, he called Rob and was basically telling him off for it, and Rob was just taking it!  So we talked later that day, me asking him why he was just accepting his dad saying all this was his fault and such, and Rob decided he would call back and say, "You know what?  You had no right to go off on me."

Well, the upshot of the whole thing was that his dad finally kept saying something about how "you know why I didn’t come."  And that it had something to do with something Rob and his mom had done.

After not getting an answer out of his father for a good half hour or so, his mom finally comes on the phone and tells Rob, "He thinks we’ve been having an affair."

Now, that just clinched the entire hatred-dislike-disgustedness feeling I have for his dad.  But then, when Rob was on the phone with his mom last night, I guess she said something about how he hadn’t really thought that, and more or less said something about how she’d only said that to get back at him about something.

A) One of the times, whether it was a day or so ago, or a year ago, she’s lying.  To be honest, I think she’s lying about a day or so ago.  Because his father kept insisting that "something" was happening, and that "you and your mother know what you did."  Then there’s the blatant favoritism his father would show towards his other siblings, all the time, over Rob.

B) If somehow, it turns out that she actually was lying about what she revealed a year ago, and only said it for some form of revenge on his father, then what kind of petty, selfish, hurtful asshole is she?  To cause her own son that kind of pain just to get back at her husband for something?

C) If the thing a year ago was a lie, well, Rob’s told her before that he wasn’t going to forgive his, his words, "so-called father" for what he thinks, so why would she only admit that she lied about it now, when he’s in the hospital?  Why not before, when Rob said he had no intention of forgiving the jackass?

To be honest, I think she just lied a day or so ago because if his father does die, she wants to see them make peace beforehand and is willing to lie about what he truly thinks of Rob so they can (theoretically) achieve that.  Noble intentions, perhaps, but why isn’t she thinking about how Rob will feel when and if he finds out that that peace they forged was based on a lie?

I’m just so sick of liars, cowards, manipulators, all those kinds of people.  They don’t do anything on this earth other than cause drama for others and make people like me all the more cynical.  I don’t need to be anymore cynical, thank you very much!  I’ve become quite disillusioned enough.

Hopefully tomorrow, Rob and I are gonna see if we can catch his mom at her home and confront her about this.  I’m gonna let him do the talking, but I’m gonna be there, especially to point out any holes I see in her story.

I seriously wish he would just disengage himself from them completely.  Cuz I don’t know about his siblings, but his parents sure aren’t proving to be worth squat.

And yeah, I know this whole entry is

extremely harsh.  Well, so is the situation.  And while yeah, I sound pissed off in the talking about it, I don’t say anything to Rob that isn’t fact.  Okay, with the exception of things like, "Your father’s a freakin’ jackass," which I acknowledge is my opinion.

The point is, I try not to come across that harsh sounding to Rob when we talk about this.