Last month, in the midst of the height of the , it was my parents' anniversary.
Last month, in the midst of the height of the , it was my parents' anniversary. My dad was way too sick to go anywhere or do much of anything and he wasn't really eating at the time, and it made them both sad. I asked both of them if there was something I could do or make for them that they would like and they both said cinnamon crepes with fresh strawberries. So I made that.
Of course, somewhere in the course of that day, something happened that triggered my mom being angry (in the 5 stages randomly angry kind of way, probably heavily related to it being their anniversary). So nobody ate any crepes. This backed off in the next day or two, so eventually they both ate crepes and strawberries and said it was yummy, etc. But I gotta tell ya, it really sucked that I couldn't even make one thing and get to being able to set up a nice table for an hour. It sort of really didn't make me feel like I'd want to bother doing anything again, because it didn't end up happening on their anniversary, nor did they ever sit down together and have any kind of brief positive moment in there, somewhere.
I wish a lot of things. I'm glad my dad is doing a little better. He has a treatment scheduled tomorrow, because that's when the snowstorm is, and I hope it goes well and helps a lot, but I don't feel much like I am going to get 'round the other side of this and a) get my life together again ever, or b) like my mom very much.
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Of course, somewhere in the course of that day, something happened that triggered my mom being angry (in the 5 stages randomly angry kind of way, probably heavily related to it being their anniversary). So nobody ate any crepes. This backed off in the next day or two, so eventually they both ate crepes and strawberries and said it was yummy, etc. But I gotta tell ya, it really sucked that I couldn't even make one thing and get to being able to set up a nice table for an hour. It sort of really didn't make me feel like I'd want to bother doing anything again, because it didn't end up happening on their anniversary, nor did they ever sit down together and have any kind of brief positive moment in there, somewhere.
I wish a lot of things. I'm glad my dad is doing a little better. He has a treatment scheduled tomorrow, because that's when the snowstorm is, and I hope it goes well and helps a lot, but I don't feel much like I am going to get 'round the other side of this and a) get my life together again ever, or b) like my mom very much.
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Ugh. Sympathies.
ReplyDeleteI had something similar happen with my relationship with my mother when my dad was sick. It felt like losing both parents in a way, because that parental support that I relied on at the time was swiped down all at once. It's so hard, the little things you don't think about changing when you imagine times like this (before they happen to you). Many hugs your way.
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