Wednesday night Dave, a guy i knew through my ex, died from a heart attack. it was quick and painless, but he was only 49. he left behind 3 kids and a wife, whom i also knew.
Jane, the widow, is furious since Dave was out with my ex at the bar wednesday night, stumbled home late, passed out, got up in the middle of the night still a little loopy and said nothing. he simply went back to sleep and with one last deep snore, he died.
Of course my ex is using this as yet another reason to pout and blame the world for his anger and his drinking. At work he acts like he's the only one who lost him and is the only one hurt by his loss. it doesn't help that Jane had words with him about having taken Dave out the last night of his life and that the last time she would see him alive was with beer on his breath and a glazed look in his eyes. I'd be mad too.
Do i go to the funeral?
i know my ex and homewrecker will be there. i thought i'd go to the visitation and see his wife and kids, but i didn't know if it would be appropriate. she may blame me for Darrell's problem and her involvement in it. Jane had been trying for years to get Darrell to leave Dave out of his drinking problem so that she could have her husband. now look what happened. Sometimes i feel like it's my fault i couldn't stop Darrell from drinking so much and i told him a million times how his drinking affected not only him, but everyone around him.
how many more people need to be his casualty?