We’re visiting my parents – my mom has been wonderful, but my dad has definitely lost a lot since I last saw him. He can’t remember things day to day – often moment to moment is a real struggle. And he is suspicious; possesive of people and things.
I’m pissed off at him. He’s been rude to Worf; suspicious of his movements, and ready to tear into him.
There is a lot I can handle from my dad – even before he was sick, he could be a completely unreasonable asshole sometimes, and I often stood by him anyway. But if he is rude to my sweetheart, we are going to have some real problems.
I’m pretty sure the anger is just a stage of grief, but in my defense, this big, red, suspicious monster is a real ass.