Ex Spouse Etiquette and my dad dying
The EX
I recently lost my dad who had congestive heart failure. I was wondering what the etiquette is for an ex spouse for whom my dad did a lot. I don't care if he were to talk to me or anything, but he didn't even send a card of condolences to my mom. We were together for nearly 10 years and it's been 4 years since we've been apart and I'm over it, but I'm angry with him for the fact that he didn't offer any condolences what so ever to anyone in my family. My dad did a lot for him while we were together. If it had been one of his parents I would have at least sent a card and flowers. I had other ex's (boyfriends) that showed up at his service to offer condolences. I know this is not all about bereavement, but I was just wondering if it would have been better etiquette on his part to at least send a card to my mom, or heck even his family could have done that. It just makes me so angry with him for his coldness. I have been far past the ending of our marriage now for at least 2 years. I wasn't happy with him, he wasn't happy with me and things are better off this way, so it's not about me being mad over the end of our marriage. I just think it's coldhearted after all that my dad did for him. My dad was there for him like a dad when his own dad wouldn't be. You know, I saw people at my dad's service I have not seen in 15 years... my friends from my teen years. I guess I expected this from him though because he always seemed to be a cold person... but I guess I had hoped that he had grown up some since moving on with his life.
My Family And Friends
How do I get my mom to not just curl up and sleep until she goes too? I feel she is sinking into this dark place and I've been trying to get her to go spend time with her own mom, the only other person she's close to that knows what she's going through. I stayed with her for 2 weeks and she finally told me that I could go home, that she needs to have some time alone to deal with this. She is, however, taking things one day at a time. There are days that she seems fine and even will leave the house to go to the store, but the other day she went through his clothes and gave me some of his shirts and sweats. Well, the very next day she woke up and saw that a lot of his things were gone and she broke down and slept all day and has been doing that since. Part of me knows that she is a strong woman and won't give up on life, but then I see her like that and I just don't know what to do or say to help her.
My brother, also, I don't think is coping too well. He's pushed himself into work so much that he hasn't taken the time to grieve. He's taking on way too much at one time. He and I didn't grow up together very close and we're just now this past year trying to change that, so I really don't exactly know how to relate to him. We are so different and 10 years apart in age.
I think that I am coping okay with this. I have my own spiritual beliefs that help me through this. It is still hard to believe he's gone and when I am alone I do cry and think long and hard about things. I just don't get upset in front of anyone else. I try to stay strong for my mom, my brother and my nephew. I am so much like my dad. He always was strong for everyone else and the only person that saw him at his weakest was my mom. That day in the hospital that he passed, I was the only one out of family and friends that just couldn't cry. I just kept consoling my mom and close friends. Don't get me wrong, inside I was dying, but I know my dad would have wanted me to be strong for them, so I was. I also guess part of the reason I couldn't cry was that I was in disbelief... shock. My dad has always been my hero, even though we would fight like cats and dogs most of the time. I now know why he did and said the things he did, I may have not always agreed with it, but I do understand it. When I spoke to him before we took him off the respirator, I told him that I was sorry for all the times we argued, for how I may have disappointed him, I told him to not worry about us or me, that I was strong just like him and will be all right. And of course I told him that I will miss him and that I loved him.
When someone passes away, you find out who your true friends in life really were. My dad had a "feud" going with another man and his family for nearly a year and that man came to the hospital to make peace with him and our family. He truly broke down and cried and now he and his family have done nothing but help us through this time. When someone passes, it is not a time to hold grudges or be angry at the wrong people, it's time to forgive. And my dad knew this... he was rough on the outside, but a real softy and very forgiving. It's sad, but true... people with good hearts truly come together in times like these. That day in the hospital... my dad had so many people there to say goodbye. The majority of our family and so many friends…
--Dee