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I ... did not know I could get this angry. And I really, really am. Like, actual punching angry. Except for the part where I have soft, breakable hands. At my parents. Both of them.
My dad's situation is a both simpler and more complex. He kindly saddled me with having to talk my sister down, on top of everything else that's been going on. She was trying to decide if she should drop everything and rush here for him, or stay home and spend time With Her Own Child. Chapped monkey butts, people, who does that? Things he does not need to start doing: emotionally manipulating the fiber out of people. At some point, unless he's never well again, we are Having A Talk.
My mom's situation is what you already know. The rationalization, holy mother of Om; and she's delusional. At this point, I could be demonstrably wrong about something and I'd still believe my version over hers. It's not even a question of too tired or stressed to remember, even though that's a real thing. She completely makes things up. Over stupid stuff. Like a paper bag. If she is that tired and that stressed that she literally cannot remember things that happened 12, 24, 48 hours ago, and cannot recognize that she is not remembering things? She needs to get help. And she always has an answer for that one.
And telling me I'm right 12, 24, 48, etc. hours after the unbelievable shit that has been going on? Frak you. Go play your nasty little passive aggressive do-you-still-like-me games elsewhere, thanks. And don't tell me, "Well, if you had ... I would have ..." or "You should have ... , then I would have ... " That's "the stuff that makes the grass grow green." And this time it has come from the both of them. Here's a thought; how about if I'm right you fscking listen to me and do the right thing For Your Selves. You are doing neither me nor yourselves any favors, here. Quite the contrary.
Right now, I am speaking to neither of them unless absolutely necessary. Partly so I don't say certain things, and partly because of the circumstances that are integral to my anger. I am no longer available. If I am going to be in the house anyway, I will agree for short periods to be available for extreme needs of assistance if my mother needs to do something. Infrequently. Otherwise, people can take care of themselves. I will, of course, call 911 if needed and they, for some reason, cannot reach a phone.
My dad's situation is a both simpler and more complex. He kindly saddled me with having to talk my sister down, on top of everything else that's been going on. She was trying to decide if she should drop everything and rush here for him, or stay home and spend time With Her Own Child. Chapped monkey butts, people, who does that? Things he does not need to start doing: emotionally manipulating the fiber out of people. At some point, unless he's never well again, we are Having A Talk.
My mom's situation is what you already know. The rationalization, holy mother of Om; and she's delusional. At this point, I could be demonstrably wrong about something and I'd still believe my version over hers. It's not even a question of too tired or stressed to remember, even though that's a real thing. She completely makes things up. Over stupid stuff. Like a paper bag. If she is that tired and that stressed that she literally cannot remember things that happened 12, 24, 48 hours ago, and cannot recognize that she is not remembering things? She needs to get help. And she always has an answer for that one.
And telling me I'm right 12, 24, 48, etc. hours after the unbelievable shit that has been going on? Frak you. Go play your nasty little passive aggressive do-you-still-like-me games elsewhere, thanks. And don't tell me, "Well, if you had ... I would have ..." or "You should have ... , then I would have ... " That's "the stuff that makes the grass grow green." And this time it has come from the both of them. Here's a thought; how about if I'm right you fscking listen to me and do the right thing For Your Selves. You are doing neither me nor yourselves any favors, here. Quite the contrary.
Right now, I am speaking to neither of them unless absolutely necessary. Partly so I don't say certain things, and partly because of the circumstances that are integral to my anger. I am no longer available. If I am going to be in the house anyway, I will agree for short periods to be available for extreme needs of assistance if my mother needs to do something. Infrequently. Otherwise, people can take care of themselves. I will, of course, call 911 if needed and they, for some reason, cannot reach a phone.
Do you think you would be needed to call 911 or do you want to make a trip to my couch for a few days?
ReplyDeleteI am really trying to get what I need to done so I can leave for a while. Will probably not be until after Easter, at this rate.
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