My grandfather. I always saw him as a soft, smiling gentle old man, full of humour.
He had moved away from family and about a hour away from us to be near the seaside.
Over the years they had a few medical issues but even though they were in good health with a hip and back issue it had slowly fallen to me to help with shopping, cleaning and so on. I was driving a distance every second weekend to willingly help out as I really enjoyed their company (I always felt sorry for him as no one seemed to have time for him)
One day I quickly called to say I had found the details of the thing he wanted and I would drop it off in a day or two. He was obviously put out as he wanted the item then and there.
He didn't hang up properly and heard him say to his wife how fucking useless I was. Looking at her makes me ill knowing she is with a [very nasty racial slur]. She is an absolute lump of a human with no redeeming features what so ever. Ugh, I despise her. No wonder she cant find a decent man to get married too instead of her [racial slur] boyfriend. How could she not be ashamed of herself. Didn't she take pride in herself? God, [my fathers name] must be so bloody disappointed. Her age, no husband, no kids and not even a looker. It wouldn't be so bad is she had a high flying career to show for it, but no she's got nothing to show for herself, nothing. I'm embarrassed for her, I'm embarrassed to be seen with her and her [racial slur] boyfriend
I was shocked. absolutely floored. Then I was angry.
I called him back later in the day. Advised him that he hadn't hung up, that I heard everything. I coldly said I would not be back. He tried to say that I was confused and I was talking about a mutual acquaintance. I replied that we both know that is a lie, goodbye.
That day I found out why no one had anytime for him.