This thing is blowing up like a large carnival balloon. My father is acting nutso over this. Today he called to tell me that the cop had called but he was out at the moment. Then...just when I thought this was behind me, he started screaming (that is not an exaggeration...yes, 90 year olds can scream) that it is my fault. I should have gone to their house before she opened the letter, told her that my father had mistakenly mailed a check to her, and to please call me when she gets it. If you think this doesn't make any sense, this is what I have dealt with all my life with him, and he's the "normal" of my two parents...lol. He was so abusive that I put the phone down and told him so, but I did hear him going on and on and screaming, "Don't ever call me again." Not that he hasn't said that before, but this time I'm not going to. I've had it. Maybe he can disown me too. I don't care. I am not going to beg his forgiveness, like I did with my mother, when I didn't do anything wrong to him. Or anyone. He was the one who wrote the check and sent it to the wrong house. The postmaster was supposed to forward it to us and they mistakenly didn't. Hey, people make mistakes. Oh, if you wonder why I put the phone down instead of just hanging up, my phone would not hang up...lol. It was like a magic curse. I could NOT make it disconnect the call...lol. I swear, I told him, "Dad, I am going to go now. I don't want to talk about this" and I tried to hang up, but I couldn't and I don't think he heard me so he kept screaming away and I put the phone down...it was bizarre, like a message from some supernatural monster. My mother haunting me? Refusing to let his call disconnect? I am angrier at him than at the thief now...lol. But I'm also laughing. This is becoming insane. Whenever I forget my family is/was insane, something happens to remind me that they are. My dad is a selective bully. Although he will yell at his kids, he will be nice as pie to strangers. The cop said he couldn't believe my father yelled at me. "He was a peach when I talked to him," the cop said. I told him I understood. I said that this was w hy I preferred that he (the cop) call to explain how this whole process works. He will listen to the cop, like he is a "peach." But if I try to explain things he doesn't understand, he will become abusive and not listen and get all worked up. I honestly am still in shock that this happened. This is why I consider only my immediate family, my family. I used to also consider my Dad family because he treated us all equally as horrible...lol. I just decided...no. This is not something I can deal with either. It's unfortunate. He is old. But if he doesn't want me to call him, I'm not going to try. I don't know if he means it or not, but I'm going to take him at his word. He probably wants me to beg and plead for him to forgive me. I won't do that this time. Yes, I've done that before. I am different now. This is crapola. I did call once and he didn't pick up so...oh, well. Games are not for me. I wish I coudld say that this doesn't bother me, but it does. I am close to tears. But it's just because it is more of the same old. Only my own father could make me forget my anger at the thieves. After all, the thieves are strangers. My father is my sperm donor. He was never a very involved father. And he is an even less involved grandfather and great-grandfather. He has never seen either great-grandchild. No interest. I guess it's time to let go again. This is why I don't think I should have had any kids. My difficult child makes no sense, a lot like a large chunk of my DNA connections. Fortunately, he hasn't had much interaction with them so he is not as bad as they are, but he sure got the worst of the DNA personality in my collection. Nobody will miss him at Thanksgiving. He is not close to anybody.