Trashed

My mother called me, very upset, last night. My aforementioned step-father, having been exceedingly (and unexpectedly) nice to my mother for the first time in years, returned to his more familiar less-nice self apparently.

After a recent, very humane gesture on his part (the purchase and installation of an A/C unit for my mother's work-room during the 90+ degree heat wave in Philly), I bought and sent him a thank you card as a token of my respect and appreciation for his assistance with my mother. And because he hasn't seen them in a couple years (and seemed to like them quite well the last time he did), I sent him recent photos of the girls.

My mother didn't realize I sent the card or the photos, and was very distraught to have found them in the trash. When confronted, he said he didn't want anything to do with her or her family. He said he wasn't looking for a thank you for the A/C, as he just didn't want her health or death on his hands.

Perhaps eviction is not such a bad idea afterall.