My mother lacks basic human empathy skills. Or I am overthinking it.
It happened a couple of months ago, but I still think about it sometimes.
TW: mention of infidelity
Since my parents moved out from their half of the house in my hometown to Donetsk city, they rent out that half to a young family (for a very low price, mostly so that it's lived in and not stolen by russians, who live in the other half, by the way). They check on it from time to time, also visit to grab some of their things.
One day my mother calls me and says in her most cheerful, uncomfortably high-pitched voice that she has when she gets very excited: "You don't know what just happened! I'm about to tell you a funny story!"
Okay, most of her "funny" stories aren't funny at all, but I wasn't expecting this level of unfunny.
It went something like this:
"Your father and I went to our dentist, and on the way back we decided to go to the house to pick up some things. We knew that the door would be locked, because N. recently gave birth to twins and she and the babies are now in the hospital in X. city, they were born with some health conditions, I don't know exactly.
So imagine our surprise when the door turned out to be unlocked. We go in, her husband is at home, there is a mess, women's clothes are scattered, the bed is unmade and a half-naked giggling girl quickly runs into the bathroom.
Just imagine! His wife is in the hospital with his babies and he's taking some girls home!" *laughs*
I'm stunned. I ask her why the hell would she think this story is funny. I don't quite remember her response, but she genuinely didn't understand why I found the story so upsetting.
And no, she didn't tell the woman that she's being cheated on. Then again, I don't know what I would do in this situation.