And now his daughter is in our living room yelling at him for not telling her separately--we posted on Facebook--and that she has been "respecting his desire to not have a relationship with her" which Was never said but which she assumed because . . . well.

She's all butthurt that she didn't get a separate, private heads up. And I am staying out of that room, because -- ok, I'm no longer staying out of that room.

The trailer park does not bring its drama to my house.

Ah, yes. The relatives that make your serious diagnosis All About Them.

Oh, god, now we have go to out to a restaurant and do this in public. Joy joy joy.

Oh, god, Connie. I'm so sorry. Both for the diagnosis, and the drama. Much strength and coping ~ma for both of you.

I get why she might want something different, but this is so not about her. And if once, she had to explain really bad news to other people - then she would get it.

I'm sorry Connie, sending you and your DH extra strength

Connie, I am so, so sorry.

OK, that went much better than I thought it would be. As Hubby just pointed out, this was his daughter going through her own stages of grief and upset. But if she wants to vent the years of her frustration, she's going to have to do it out of my earshot, because I cannot stand by and let anyone yell at Hubby. I cannot.

I admit I have not done well by her. I am not mother material. But I can do better.

I'm so sorry, Connie.

Oh, Connie, this is all just so hard. But you don't have to feel you have to heal all the past's ills. Just do what you can now, but don't be too hard on yourself.

{{{{ Andi, Daniel, and Connie }}}}