Flory called us around 9 am, she was driving from Galveston back to Ft. Worth today and she wanted so badly to see Lori. Lester, being the ass he can sometimes be, told her we couldn't make it nor afford to meet her in Rosenberg for brunch. I immediately called her back and said we would be there... any time. What made me mad is that Lester can't even give his own Mom a chance or meet her halfway. I know she hasn't seen her granddaughter in over a year. I know how much she loves Lori, even if Lori doesn't remember her "abuela". I live with my crazy mother everyday, and even though we are at each other's throats 45% of the time, I try my best to comply with her, and I talk to her, listen to her. I try to have a decent relationship with her.
Flory had so much fun spending just a few hours with Lori. We talked about everything and anything. Lori was a little shy around "new" relatives she hadn't seen since she was a year old. And then she was off back to New Jersey. Was that so hard? No, we made time for her. Flory asked me to please convince Lester to call his father in Guatemala. I had no idea he was still down there. He's been there for over five months. It seemed to me as if Flory and Marcial were having some problems, but I didn't ask. I felt it was something personal and not my place. I got the impression that they hadn't spoken in a while. Marcial was diagnosed with a cancerous tumor in December. And I never even knew! Lester never told me. I felt so bad when Flory told me. How could my own husband keep this vital piece of information from me? I can't believe it.
Is it healthy for a husband to act this way? His father could possibly be dying, sure he is doing fine now. He has to be tested every three to six months to detect if the cancer has reappeared around that area. But I think that the relationship to Lester is enough that I could be let in on this family situation.
I feel like an outsider right now. Like I just don't belong in Lester's family. I've never been given that impression by the in-laws. But receiving it from my husband is enough to make me feel this way. It's almost as if he tries to keep me away from his family. I get the impression he tries to protect me, take care of me, but to what extent and why? I tried to talk to him about it, but knowing our history this would've led to an argument that I just couldn't deal with today. Maybe another day...
