Tuesday, March 30, 2010

An Engagement ~sigh~

March 29, 2010:
As told to me by my sister yesterday(3/28) Mom thinks she is engaged to an old high school boyfriend named Kenny Glass. My father is just going along with the story. Apparently now mom thinks dad is Kenny Glass. Guess that is better than what she has previously thought...that dad was HER dad. Maybe now she will let dad sleep with her.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

3/25/10: The Phone Call

Dad called me last night just as David and I were going to bed, it was about 10:30 PM. After this call I could not get to sleep. I can't recall word for word but here is how it went:

Dad: "Hi, I'm sorry to be calling this late but your mother needs to talk to you."

Me: "Okay."
((Dad hands the phone to Mom))
Mom: "Hi (pause), who was that man you were just talking to?"

Me: "(gulp)Dad."

Mom: "(long pause)What does he look like?"

Me: "He's bald, wears glasses, has a short beard and a little round belly."

Mom: "Why don't I recognize him?"

Me: "I don't know Mom."

Mom: "Who is the man who was with me all day today?"

Me: "From what I know Mom it was Dad."

Mom: "What is his name?"

Me: "Well, his nickname that you and all your friends call him is Hal. His legal name is Harold Forrester Junior."

Mom: "Why don't we call him that?"

Me: "Why don't we call him Harold? Because he never liked that name so everyone has always called him Hal."

Mom: "Where has he been all these years?"

Me: "He's been with you Mom."
((At this point Mom is beginning to sound tearful.))
Mom: "Why don't I recognize him?"

Me: "I don't know. What does he look like to you?"

Mom: "I don't know."

Me: "Do you feel uncomfortable having him in the house with you?"

Mom: "Yes, very."

Me: "Do you want me to come there tonight?"

Mom: "No, it's too late for that."

Me: "Why don't you two sleep in seperate rooms."

Mom: "Oh, I will take care of that."
((All the while that this conversation is going on Dad is sitting next to Mom))
Mom: "Do you want to talk to him again?"

Me: "Sure."

Dad: "Hi"

Me: "Has this been going on all day?"

Dad: "Yes, she doesn't believe that I am your father."

Me: "Have you two talked to Camille yet?"

Dad: "Yes, just had the same phone call with Camille."

Me: "Do you want me to come."

Dad: "No, nothing you can do."

Me: "I'll check in with you in the morning."


In later cell phone texts I asked Dad if she has trouble recognizing other people. Here is Dad's text reply: "Sometimes. She thinks she's engaged to Til Parsons or Kenny Glass. She does not believe she is married to me. This is the worst she has been."