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Mind you that is to be expected I suppose, it was only this time last year I was picking out my dads coffin.
It was a year ago on Saturday since he died, and five years ago Friday since my Grandma died suddenly.
So we decided that we would do something nice instead of sitting home and just getting all upset (like I am now), so we went the France & Belgium for the day.
There we sat on the beach having a drink and lunchtime snack when hubby's mobile phone rang......it was his mum!!!
Now we haven't spoken to hubby's family in months, not since they made it quite clear that they really just don't care about any of us.
Anyway, hubby answers his phone to hear his sister on the other end telling him his dad has had a turn for the worst and could we get there to see him, well hubby said sorry we couldn't as we were sitting on a beach in Belgium at that moment in time, but we would phone as soon as we got back to England.
What a day to get that call!!!
Thankfully everything calmed down but when I called his mum she said she only wanted hubby to go see him the next day (without me and the kids) as she didn't want too many people there.
We decided to leave the kids home and I would go with hubby to support him (as a wife should), but when we got there I was livid to see that his sister had not been told the same as she was there with her hubby and daughter, who has ADHD so isn't always the quietest of kids.
So in other words mum-in-law just didn't want me and the kids there at all. That hurt me, that and the fact that not one of them asked how any of us where, me the kids or hubby.
Considering the last thing we told them was that hubby had a lump on his prostate and was having tests to find out if it was Cancer, it wasn't but they don't know that, they did even ask!
I have never been so upset by people not caring in my life, and it has affected my health, so much so that I have taken to sleeping a lot during the day again, something I really don't want to do.
Why do families have to be so cruel?
The worst thing is that it is daughters 17th birthday tomorrow and I have to pick myself up for her, after all who wants a crying mum on their birthday?