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Oct. 5th, 2010 05:28 pmBeast and I went to see my (nice) stepmother on Saturday, and returned with a bunch of boxes of Dad's life (he was a ridiculously detailed scrapbook-keeper) and a wooden chest of Other Stuff. I opened the first folder of Other Stuff, and found an account of my mother's funeral, and a folder of condolence letters.
And was outraged to discover among the condolence letters something from a woman who expressed sympathy and then proceeded to state her qualifications as wife number two. Who actually, subsequently, *became* wife number two. My father could be a fool, sometimes. I can't—I haven't the words for this. WHO FUCKING DOES THAT?
And was outraged to discover among the condolence letters something from a woman who expressed sympathy and then proceeded to state her qualifications as wife number two. Who actually, subsequently, *became* wife number two. My father could be a fool, sometimes. I can't—I haven't the words for this. WHO FUCKING DOES THAT?
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Date: 2010-10-05 04:37 pm (UTC)I don't know when that woman ever thought it was a good idea to write something like that. And your dad was obviously vulnerable enough to fall for it.
Horrible find, Pen. Quite saddening.
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