And so the dreams persist where I physically attack my father’s wife for the cruelity she imposed upon my sister and I.
I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it but Bermudian law dictates that when a spouse dies the surviving spouse is legally entitled to all their personal belongings. So this cunt of a woman who was in my father’s life for 4 years, and married to him for 4 months, has all his personal belongings. Including his signet ring my mother gave to him on his 50th birthday, photo albums from my childhood, a lamp my maternal grandfather restored, a drawing my sister gave my father for father’s day, my grandmother’s suitcase, a portrait my mother commissioned of my father with a love letter in the back of the canvas, in other words, nothing, at all, relating to her.
She refuses to give us anything that was in the house. Including my university diploma hanging in my sister and I’s bedroom.
The signet ring is what kills me. Ever since my mother gave it to him he always told me that my sister would get his pocket watch, handed down to him through the generations, and I would get the ring. Since I was ten years old, I always knew I’d get the ring.
Except I won’t.
And every night, or every other night, or every week, I dream that I see her, still wearing the damn thing, and I physically attack her and rip it from her finger.
It’s quite scary because I do not trust myself NOT to do that in person if I ever see her again.
People. Why are you so damn cruel?