Thanks for your support. Things went exactly as I had anticipated a few hours ago. When I told him, he said OK, "two down" and nothing more except concern for me that I was worried about it. Dumb.
It'll take him a while to absorb this just like when I told him his mother died. I know later tonight we'll talk, because we always do on Friday, I'll find out at least a little bit of what's in his head.
He didn't want to go to the wake or funeral and he'll renounce any inheritance that may come his way. His mother had actually left him $5K which he could have claimed when she died, but he didn't want it. All he had to do was ignore the letter. If the father didn't change his will, we can expect a letter in a month or so and then he'll have to formally renounce anything.
I went to the wake for 3 minutes. Call it morbid curiosity I guess. I needed to lay eyes on these people who had made my b/f's life a living hell. I felt nothing while I was there. It was like looking at an insect exhibit at a science museum. Very odd.
The only time I really felt the anger coming up was looking at the pictures they had out. My b/f was in two of them, as a little boy. In one, the parents were sitting on the couch with the two oldest girls hugging them and all were smiling for the camera. My b/f was sitting several feet away in a corner looking at the floor. The other was the whole family with everyone mugging it up except my b/f who was just staring straight ahead.
Had it not been for the images forum here, I would not have laid much significance on the pics - now I know better.
It was an odd night. I won't tell my b/f or anyone but you good people that I went to the wake, that's my dark secret. I just felt I needed to.
ROCK ON.........Trish
