Well it was dad's funeral on Wednesday which I was dreading. My MIL was looking after Luke so me and hubby could go. I was hoping to be home early to relieve MIL and FIL. The funeral was absolutely packed with the whole village. Dad was very popular. The funeral was at 11.00am and down the local for 12.00pm. Anyway time was ticking and so was the drinking. Anyone and everyone toasted dad, I got rather drunk (which I didn't want to do) but also I was upset as the "other woman" had arrived at the funeral acting like the broken one. Anyway as you know at funerals you can't stand in one place for too long as people want to talk to you (this upset my hubby because I wasn't with him all the time). On the way home it all got to me and I was sick. When we arrived home at 7.00pm I gave Luke a big kiss and went to bed. This really upset MIL as she told hubby that she couldn't believe I got into such a state and that I was milking the fact that she was looking after Luke. They moaned that they hadn't had their tea either. I did have food in the cupboard but hey. She has been a cow since dad went into hospital. The morning he called to say that he was having problems, my hubby called his mum to see if she would have Luke so that he could join me at the hospital. It took her 1.5 hours to come because she wanted her breakfast first. It only takes 10 minutes from hers to mine. Then she moaned that they wanted their tea at 4.30pm so hubby had to come home and relieve them again. I spent the first night on my own at my brothers. I just feel really empty and can't stop crying as it is now hitting home that I now have no parents to talk to. Sorry for waffling but should I really be feeling this bad.
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