Dad wants to have a BBQ tomorrow, and mom would prefer to get together with her kids one on one. She has disliked these BBQ’s for years because she is the one to clean the house, buy and cook the side dishes and desserts, etc. My sister and I always offer to help, but every year she refuses and just deals with it herself.
A little background; from what I’ve been told, dad was a tyrant when my older three siblings were young. I’m the youngest, and he’s definitely difficult at times but we get along fine for the most part. Many of the family parties consist of most of us trying to have a good time, but waiting for enough time to go by so that we can all leave. Don’t get me wrong - I love my parents and we get together often. I have absolutely nothing in common with my aunt, SIL’s and niece. My brothers are good guys, but again, we have little in common anymore. Two of them like to drug and drink, smoke and party. I’m about as straight of an arrow as you can find. The other one is very type-A and I get the feeling a lot of the time that he merely tolerates me.
I asked mom what she wants to do, and she said she wanted to skip the BBQ. My sister and I made plans to get together with mom next weekend to hang out and do the things mom likes best. Our brother was glad to hear that we weren’t going to BBQ (my sister called him and told him what was up), and planned to stop by today to see mom and drop off some flowers for her garden. My other brother unknowingly called my parent’s house today, dad answered the phone, and told him that there was going to be a BBQ and to come on over.
Mom caved in because she doesn’t want to deal with days (or weeks) of crap from dad about why she doesn’t want to get together with her children, guilt, guilt, guilt, and so on.
To complicate things, he is showing signs of being in the early stages of dementia. His biggest fear is that he will forget who all of us are eventually. It’s becoming more important to him to see his kids as much as possible. How much his kids want to see him is another story; you can’t go back in time and fix what was said and done in the past.
So, now what? I would really prefer to stick with my original plans on this one and hang out with mom next weekend, just as she wants it. Mom called today and invited me to the BBQ. She was very subdued and is not too happy right now, but this is the easiest route for her so she caved in.