So this morning was just crappity crap crap...
I spoke with my Mom, who told me that my Dad went to the doctor with my grandfather yesterday (his Dad), and that he's been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. It's still early, but it seems to be progressing rather rapidly. It's likely that he'll still be cognitively aware for my wedding, but he's going to start going downhill pretty quickly, it seems. So now we have an epic family battle going about moving my grandparents to a graduated assisted living facility where they can live together, maintain autonomy in their lifestyle, but still have the facilities, staff, and support that they'll need as his condition progresses (and my grandma gets older, she'll need the help, too - they're in their 80's).
It breaks my heart and I've been crying all morning.
Please don't quote me because I'm going to DD this next part in a few hours:
Then I find out that my FMIL and her boyfriend got in a fight with FI's 16 year old sister, and my FMIL climbed on top of her, held her down, and slapped her. FI tells me that she's done this to each of her kids at some point. I'm so furious, I could spit bullets. My first reaction is to move her down here with us - she has one more semester of school, and she could get a lot of good out of it. Miami isn't the ideal place for an over-sexed teenager, but at the same time, she's clearly not okay where she is.
I'm so angry, I don't know how I can face FMIL the next time we're in the same city. FI wants to call up and yell at FMIL, but she's not going to get it. She never has, she's just delusional.
So I'm split being being furious and crying. It's a messy morning!