Mo and I had lunch with my Mom yesterday, Sunday being the day we typically try to get together with her, and both Larry and her before that. She does live in the basement, one of the original “children under the stairs”, but she has her space and we have ours so it’s not always that we see her, or get a chance to catch up. Unfortunately she is now the only “child under the stairs”, my stepfather having passed away in March. I guess she’d not a child either but somehow the whole “under the stairs” thing was designated and has since stuck.
We asked her how her visit was with Dad earlier in the week. The week prior she had actually offered to take him to lunch as she was going to be in Trail anyway and thought it would be nice. Even though their marriage has been over for almost 30 years they are still civil and Mom has offered a number of times to help with Dad in any way she can. Unfortunately that may be coming to an end.
It seems that Dad was not the most optimistic and upbeat lunch companion that we thought he might be. Allegedly he complained about most of the food and even told the waitress he thought it was terrible. Mom was embarrassed and as she said “very depressed” when she left. “I won’t do that again” she said. I can only hope she means she just won’t take him to lunch again.
He’s not always the most chipper guy when we’ve gone out but I don’t recall him being that vocal nor obviously unhappy with the meal. It’s possible it was that bad, likely not though, and it’s possible it was more that he reacted that way in a restaurant that Mom and Larry favoured. Unfortunately my inside voice said “Oh no, how I have to deal with him all alone again”. I mentioned that I felt that way to Mo, about having to deal with him alone, and she said “We” will have to deal with him, not just me. It’s yet to be seen. Makes me sad.