Yesterday was Jer's dads' memorial service. He passed away March 4th. Things have been really rough trying to deal with his stepmom, finding out that she's been using us as a scape-goat and doing nothing but spreading lies about us to Jer's relatives. I felt sick all day yesterday feeling like everyone believed her and they were all passing judgement on me.
Yesterday was terrible. Jer's stepmom showed up the the memorial drunk. She stumbled into the building, and then snuck off into the bathroom, drank some more vodka that she snuck in, and passed out drunk in the middle of the hall in front of everyone. He family had to carry her drunk ass out of the building. She couldn't be a decent person for one measly day.
And my poor baby. I feel so sorry for him; 25 years old and now without both him mother and father. It makes me want to go back and take back every fight we've ever had, and just make everything perfect for him, so he feels like he still has a family that needs him. I tell him all the time we need him, but I can't imagine how this feels, or what he's going through now.
But in the end, I think by the end of the day he felt a lot closer to the rest of his family. I know everyone is there for him, and I left his uncles house knowing that they all cared about Jer and I, and they'll always be there for us. Of course my family is there for us too, but I feel so much better knowing that his cousins want him around a lot more, and everyone cares so much about him.