Let me first apologize for needing to whine, also for not having it in me tonight to go and read others' posts and make any replies.
Did some fun things this weekend, but as usual, my mother is such a B---- to me when I do go visit. There is really no need to detail the conversations. She does bait me, and I do pretty well at sidestepping and ignoring it, but today she went too far. I made a reply and said that if she was going to continue to try to keep escalating her remarks, that I was just going to leave.
Yeah, - she backed down, but I am just so tired of it. Because I will not live my life for her, I am her enemy.
Just recently, she said that nobody comes around anymore. (It will be a year next month that my step-dad died.) In her mind, she would never consider that she might have something to do with that fact. No, everybody else is always the problem. Everybody else is mean and awful and won't do what they're supposed to for her because she's ill, and a widow.
Sad part is, there is a lot of truth to it. Almost no one does ever stop by, even for a mercy visit when they visit someone else who lives down the same street.
I'm not going to go no contact at this late stage of the game, because it just wouldn't be right. It's just very hard, and it is so sad to see someone live out their remaining time so unhappy. I am just so thankful there are some wonderful paid caregivers. Though she aggravates them often, they are truly wonderful women, and besides that- they get paid, they get to go home, they do not get the brunt of her nastiness, and they don't have the same history with her that I do.
Sometimes I wonder how I'm going to be able to stand the guilt when she does die. She would be totally happy if I would be doing her care giving, no matter how much I would not want to. I keep thinking that if I were a better person I would, because why can't I just suck it up? She won't be here that much longer.
My brother, (only sibling) who is is jail, says he would take care of her if he were there. I get to hear about how compassionate he is. Yeah, right. He's so compassionate that he's ripped them off whenever he's been out of jail, even when she was having bypass surgery. That's another whole story- about my brother, even recently, and he's still in jail now. Maybe I'll write a little about some of that another time- some of the worries I have about not trusting him.
Ok, if anybody has read through all of this, I appreciate it. I'm going to be between Scylla and Charybdis, so I guess a girl can allow herself a lapse into self-pity sometimes.
For now, I'm going to get off this computer, and go look at some magazines.
Thanks,
cats paw