My dad texted me for the first time in almost 4 months tonight to see how things are going. I don’t talk to him nearly as often as I did before I decided I wasn’t going to reach out first anymore. (This was after he went into afib 13 months ago, spent the night in the hospital, neither him nor his girlfriend decided to call my brother or me, they told us 13 hours later, and he wouldn’t tell me where he was. He also kept telling me he was being discharged and was in the hospital for the entire week and almost died without letting me visit, so... yeah.)
It’s... weird. We were super close for most of my life, so having him be so disengaged from it is strange. We’re not exactly the most emotionally available family by any means, but it used to be different. So, it kind of sucks. And puts a weird spin on my mood. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about it.
This is a stupid layered situation and there’s a lot more to it, but... yeah. I just needed to say it out loud, I guess.
