Being immune compromised myself hasn’t occurred to her. She doesn’t believe the shelves are bare, oh unless someone on FB, a stranger, says so. When did that start? Her interest in gossip is over the moon. Peering around looking at the neighbors, nosy, so much so I am planting a wall of shrubs to block her view from one side of the neighbors house. Too much. But she can’t see or hear the tv or when she is being spoken to. Right. It’s awful but I am finding myself cursing her. Not out loud, but this is not a nice lady. Never thank you. Never. She acts like she is a “queen”. Eats the food she has when she wants, at her choosing. I just threw away 3 bags of food because she got out of sorts and would not eat what I bought. It’s what she wanted. Well, news flash, she cannot go out without a mask and I have the masks. My dad was in the hospital for pneumonia for a week, got out just in time before we were house bound. He is not near where he was before and likely not going to be. Not going to be driving. They are “my being here or not” from assisted living -they are not aware of how close. And I have no other life. It’s getting more restricted all the time. I have lost work, lost more personal time, missed more Dr appointments, and no thank you. Just- get me, I have, you go, I need, we want, we are out of... even if I ask today there is can you look and see what you need so tomorrowI can get what you need? Well I don’t know from day to day... Do you know we, me, should not be out in this every day? Crickets.
Oh, well, siblings? My brother went on vacation when my dad went in the hospital. For a week, to the beach, the whole grown up family, and grandkids. Did not tell them until after they got home and grandpa was home. Oh, no, he didn’t tell them. I let them know Grandpa was home. My brother says he cannot sit. And I can? If I don’t go to work I do not get paid. I missed nearly a week of work before the virus hit. And no work no pay since. He did not call but 1 time. My folks think he walks on water, he “solves” issues on the phone, no, he doesn’t come here, climb ladders, clean gutters, fix toilets, install grass, ect, he is all talk. And yet, the port a potty that was delivered, the one my dad picked out, after a month, he doesn’t like, why did I get that one? Me? My responsibility to get the next one? Where’s my mom? On FaceBook. Have they asked once about my financial situation since this no ones working? Will I get help since I am a fitness trainer? Not one time have they asked am I going to be ok. Asking each other about people they don’t know, so and so’s kid, a cousin’s cousin, a cousin who owes child support. It just keeps going. It’s been a while since I have known what it’s like to be “happy” and belly laugh. I am glad they are here, but they aren’t happy. Today is their 68th anniversary. My mom hasn’t spoken all day, my dad is trying to stay clear. She hates attention, parties, a fuss.. but she is mad because there is no fuss. I bought 3 dozen flowers for Easter, 1 for my self, telling her so, but she ignored me, she flat heard me, put them in a vase, no thank you.
so, no no fuss.
I guess that’s a rant, blow off steam. I am not alone. There are sweet people out there. They sure weren’t my parents. Not growing up, not now. Thanks!