I guess as I'm getting older and more of my loved ones that I respected are gone the days have lost their meaning.
After sitting and eating an overcooked pigeon and watching my grandmother who's lungs are failing her strugle to breath even with her oxygen and she has inoperatable colon cancer, my mother suffers from 5+ bulging discs including one pressing the sciatic nerve. So anything over 5# is my job. My little sister moved to Denver with her now husband a few years back and are expecting. Isolating themselves from most of the drama, yet still reliant on me and able to piss me off.
These days like today are grueling, few in the family get along, they are all jocking for position to hold the dinner to curry favor. My mom and I for the past decade or so have always cooked thanksgiving, Xmas, and steaks once a week (when I was intown). I don't mind them going to the others houses, I just want her happy. The joyous mix of memories (especially childhood) is quickly drowned by realizations that this may be the last time you see them. I've gotten to the point that I'm sick of it. Watching people who would never help that have somehow decided to help and throw their own dinners all magically at the same time that there was some possible inheritance money reviled.
I couldn't care less about the money, I just don't want to loose my grandma.
It seriously makes me want live alone and never have a family Just to avoid family drama.
There is a saying, all families are ****ed up, some are just more ****ed up than others.
After sitting and eating an overcooked pigeon and watching my grandmother who's lungs are failing her strugle to breath even with her oxygen and she has inoperatable colon cancer, my mother suffers from 5+ bulging discs including one pressing the sciatic nerve. So anything over 5# is my job. My little sister moved to Denver with her now husband a few years back and are expecting. Isolating themselves from most of the drama, yet still reliant on me and able to piss me off.
These days like today are grueling, few in the family get along, they are all jocking for position to hold the dinner to curry favor. My mom and I for the past decade or so have always cooked thanksgiving, Xmas, and steaks once a week (when I was intown). I don't mind them going to the others houses, I just want her happy. The joyous mix of memories (especially childhood) is quickly drowned by realizations that this may be the last time you see them. I've gotten to the point that I'm sick of it. Watching people who would never help that have somehow decided to help and throw their own dinners all magically at the same time that there was some possible inheritance money reviled.
I couldn't care less about the money, I just don't want to loose my grandma.
It seriously makes me want live alone and never have a family Just to avoid family drama.
There is a saying, all families are ****ed up, some are just more ****ed up than others.
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