He seemed to have lost most of his neurological functions; it was like carrying a limp bag of bones. The vet speculated it was spinal meningitis or encephalitis. At present, our little doggie is having a sleepover at the vet's and is on an IV receiving massive doses of steroids and antibiotics. This is the last thing my son (or the entire family) needs to deal with right now.
In the entire history of our marriage, there were two aspects to any problem. The first and easiest part was dealing with the problem itself, such as fixing the flat car tire or leaky roof. The second and far more difficult part was dealing with my wife's hysterical over-reaction to everything.
With trepidation, I phoned my wife and she, in true form, immediately to blamed me. (she blames me for everything). There was something that I had done, or didn't do, which caused this. I let the dog wander around the yard unsupervised and he ate something toxic or I didn't get him vaccinated for Lyme disease.... and on an on.
Then she started screaming at me over the phone, "Well, your son has enough to deal with, having a gay father! If that dog dies, it will be up to me to pick up the pieces!!" She throws my gayness in my face every time she's angry ... she's the only one who hasn't yet accepted our situation.
While not yelling back, I said very extremely firmly, "The dog being sick has nothing to do with me being gay. _ _ _ _ _ couldn't care less about my gayness ... we get along better than ever. Also, aren't you being just a little bit arrogant? Do you seriously think that you are the only parent who can provide emotional support? Your emotions are so out of control, what the f*ck makes you think you can help anyone? You can't even help yourself!"
She demanded that our son immediately come out to her house, so she can fly into her "Big Mommy" act. I put him on the phone but he refused to go .... and so ended our conversation.
I'm not concerned about what my wife said ... same old, same old. We'll discuss it calmly tomorrow. In the meantime, we are worried sick about our sweet little dog.