So, I was just informed by my mom of the death of my stepdad; he went in for reduction surgery, and it got botched. He didn’t respond to the meds he was given, and his blood pressure was very low. I dunno when exactly he died, but it was sometime this afternoon.

I dunno what to feel about this; on the one hand, I know my mom loved him, and I feel bad for her, but on the other hand, the guy was such a colossal douche, I feel glad that he finally kicked the bucket. Right now, I feel more numb than anything, like I shouldn’t even be caring. I know I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, or hold grudges against them, but… I dunno… I’ll need to sort out my feelings, right now, before I say any more…