My stepfather planned to give me some of my mother’s things along with items that had belonged to my grandmother when he traveled through my part of the country this month. He had a tentative date for his trip and said he’d be in touch. Apparently his idea of being in touch means calling the day before he’s going to show up at my door.
He appeared with less than 24 hours notice and brought massive (literally garment bags and suitcases) amounts of my mother’s clothing, including bras, yeah bras…and then he left.
The photo albums that my mother stole from me that belonged to my grandmother? Unless they’re in the bottom of a medium box of knick knacks, they’re not here.
I’m rattled, furious, anxious to the point that I literally can’t breathe well and so depressed I can hardly move. My stepfather continues to blindside me with behavior that is either insane or just plain rude. I continue to coddle him because, damn it, his wife died but you know what? My mother died too and he hasn’t asked how I’m doing at all in at least five months. I’m sick of this nonsense and obscene words are crowding my head with no one to yell them at. I’m sinking fast and I don’t know how to help myself. I have therapy tomorrow, thank god, and I hope that she can help me dig myself out of this mire. It feels like I’m actually suffocating…my lungs seem to just stop taking in air periodically, and it’s freaking me out.