One big drama

My mom learned the bad news when she arrived in Brazil: her dog died drowned in the pool while one of my siblings was staying at her place. He is not particularly known for being a dog-lover and that was just what she needed to add one with one and start blaming whoever for this accident.

She cried for a half-hour on Skype while my dad screamed on the back that he couldn't take that non-sense anymore. She went on and on that they don't care, nobody cares, that my dad should fire the guard, another one that doesn't care, and cried, and cried, and cried. I really feel sorry for my dad, who has to put up with it day and night - apparently, she doesn't sleep.

I have told dad that mom shouldn't have these dogs anymore (this was the second), it should be forbidden from now on. This doesn't make it worthwhile.

I wonder sometimes what goes on in my mother's mind. She has become a wonderful, caring and sweet grandmother, but she was a distant and even cold mother. I wonder if she herself didn't lack the affection during all those years and is now compensating with grandchildren and dogs. Ok, which is nice and quite the good change. However, she did not lose the need she always had to accuse as a way of sharing her pain. I knew this was going to happen and I had suggested that she shouldn't be told the truth, but rather that Nico had died of natural causes. That way she couldn't find anyone to blame it on and would find easier peace. However, and I even consider one big selfishness of my brother, he chose to tell what happened. It is not him putting up with my mother's blaming night and day, but my dad. As much as I don't understand his choice, I don't understand my mom's prolonged reaction to the subject and the blaming need. But, hey, I am no psychiatrist and I am not getting paid 100 bucks an hour.

Yet, I think of my dad and I feel sad. Poor dad.