My sister told me that my mother would take her to his grave and sit beside it and weep. There was an old picture of him in uniform taken in front of an American flag. Because of my mothers scorched earth tactics that picture now belongs to my ex-wife. May she she never run out of toilet paper.
Me wishing the sins of my parents be visited on them forever is no better than us receiving it down here for a finite period. And depending on the religious belief you subscribe to, when we get to where we go after we die, our souls will be beyond mortal pettiness, and we won't be bothered by trifling earth bound ways.
I really don't get it. I have two choices. Hope she gets what she gave us here, which makes me no better than her, or hope that we can all live together in peace and harmony in the hereafter which means she gets off Scot free. Then there is all that "he who is without sin caste the first stone" business. It ain't like I have spent my life collecting food for the homeless. I have been a drinker and a skirt chaser for most of my life. Do I want to be persecuted for every bit of grief I have given to others. Where will the line be drawn? Can I expect to be drubbed for each time I stood up a date? Will I be persecuted for eternity because I told Mrs. Henderson I cut the grass around her air conditioner when it was really a lie.
Talk about Poetic Justice. I divorced my ex for a reason. And that reason is that she was crazy. I laugh when I think about how my ex conned my mother long enough to get it all and then roll my mother into a shallow grave. I bet my mother couldn't wait to die knowing she would get the ultimate in last words. I guess I just wonder what her true aim was. The only winner was my ex. Was it so important to be a bitch that she gave the person who hated her most, everything? I really don't get what her objective was.