I just found out YESTERDAY that my grandpa had FREAKING STROKE and no one told me. I am DONE with the emotional secrecy in this family. Everyone tiptoes around each other because no one wants to upset anyone so important information doesn’t get passed on just because it’s negative. Hello???? Shouldn’t I ****ing know my grandpa had a STROKE? What if he had died or been put in a coma, wound no one have told me that until “the right time”? My mom didn’t even take the time to tell me!!! My grandma just mentioned it at the party yesterday. I could tell she thought I knew. I’m so pissed at my mom. I CAN ****ING HANDLE BAD THINGS HAPPENING. Just because SHE can’t doesn’t mean everyone else can’t.

I told my brother because he deserves to know too. My mom wasn’t even going to tell him nana died! She actually asked me if she should call him! ****ING YES YOU SHOULD! What, are you afraid because he doesn’t like you?

Ugh. I’m done with it. My son will NOT grow up like this.

Anyway, I found out it was a mid level stroke. He’s lost function on his right side and his speech is slurred to the point where it’s almost unintelligible. I am planning on making an appointment with the nursing home and visiting him, since we don’t know how much time he has left. My grandma is trying to put on a brave face but I can tell she’s really struggling. I don’t blame her. They’ve been married sixty years. They’ve had a pretty Rocky relationship, with him being an alcoholic for much of it, but still, sixty years is sixty years. I told her if she ever needs anything to call me, even if it’s just to talk. She’s seeing a therapist now so that’s good.

Thankfully I have my tattoo appointment today to take my mind off everything.