So... I'm worried about my dad again (... and mom). I called my dad to offer to take him out to dinner Sunday evening for Father's Day .... but never got that far. He mentioned their financial difficulties at present and plans to .... find the best way out of them. I was offering my perspective and limited insight and trying to address "worst case scenarios" without upsetting him too much. I had been noticing catches in his voice when all of a sudden he says "Let me call you back. I gotta throw up." Umm, OK. So I go into panic mode. I called my mom and immediately ask her if she is with dad. "No." I summarize the situation. She says that, yes, in fact he is very stressed and hasn't been sleeping well (a fact which he had mentioned) and that he went home feeling sick. So now I feel rotten knowing that, unwitting as it may have been, I probably stressed him out more..... and more importantly WORRIED to death about his health (he's had a heart attack in the past). He calls my mom on the other line and she talks to him briefly and then comes back to me. Yes, he did throw up because he got overwhelmed which just makes me get all emotional (cry). She says he asked if she would continue the conversation with me since he wasn't up to it. So I'm left with this worry and feeling of helplessness (which is,
I think, my greatest fear). Neither I nor they know of any way which (or even IF) I can help. They're still trying to figure out options themselves. It's a matter of circumstances and bad decisions and bad advise and other things.
Anyhoo, I'm not looking for condolences or best wishes or anything like that. I just needed to vent a bit - my Kahlua doesn't seem all that interested. It also occured to me that events like this have shaped my ideology quite a bit. I hear a lot of the rhetoric that "If one tries hard enough, anyone can succeed (or become rich, etc)." Fuck that shit. My dad's worked pretty damn hard throughout his life (without making any comparisons) and my mom is no slouch either. She was a "working mom" and ALWAYS had a job as far as I can remember. Were they high profile jobs? No. Did they step on others to get ahead? NO!!!! Despite the stereotype, my dad was a used car salesman and worked damn hard at it - as much as 60-70 hours per week sometimes. They have worked a HELL OF A LOT harder than I ever have. And what do they have to show for it? DEBT, is what! My mom actually apologized because she said they would never be able to leave me anything.... That's the LAST thing I want them thinking about - less than the last thing. As I told her, if they had $10million dollars, I'd rather they spend every penny than leave a single cent to me. I'm certainly not going to begrudge them not leaving me an
inheritance. I've seen enough (though few) of families at each others throats because of what they actually think they DESERVE from what their parents worked for. Fuck that!!!! It's their money; they earned it.
But sometimes hard work and just being a good person just isn't enough to achieve that American Dream......