I hope this is the proper forum for what may be a rant.
Please. Make me feel better. Or much worse. Or like a snivelling sissy. Tell me about your family that is the complete opposite of the Brady Bunch, the Cosbys, Brothers and Sisters, your own family in the real world that not only doesn’t measure up to ‘normal’ but has made you wonder ‘why me?’, The family that disappoints you, bitterly.
Here’s mine. I am now in charge of a 400 lb. mental case living (for now) in a group home. I have to take him to appointments, shopping, and clean up his filthy room so the place doesn’t kick him out. Been that way for 25 years. Up till now his 82 year old mommy did everything for him. She’s been an abusive old witch except to her poor precious baby. Treated him just like a big psychotic infant. Now she can hardly drive to the corner grocery. So I get to take HER around, clean her house, sit and listen to her yammer on about the neighbors and her aches and pains. We have three doctors appointments to go to a month, and at one of these I am fully expecting we will get some inevitable bad news.
Oh, there is another brother. Lives 2,000 miles away, rich, smart, gorgeous family, goes on vacations to his beach house with his many friends, goes to Europe, and from him I get an occasional phone call “so how’s it going? how’s it going?” and some morale support. Why did THIS brother move away 30 years ago and leave me with the two I’ve got?
Understand, I am bitter, frightened of the future, angry that this is falling in my lap, and sometimes I feel like getting in the car and driving off into the sunset. I am doing my best. I’m trying. I’ve always believed in only two principles as far as religion: do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and the law of karma.
I can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, irritated, put out, and bitter. This is my retirement? My very own husband and daughter are mildly sympathetic and frankly don’t want to hear about it (they have problems of their own, not bad things, but they are self-centered).
It’s really hard to buy Hallmark greeting cards for mom and bro! I buy blank cards and write, happy___, love, Sali. I love them, in a way, they are ‘family’, but we have never been a happy family, or close, or shared much over the years. I gave up on them for a long, long time, they were unkind, unloving, and uncommunicative, especially when my father was still alive and they had him for support. Guilt on my part, need on theirs, drew us together again.
What else to do but suck it up, put a smile on my face, and keep on keepin’ on.
Life is unfair. It could be much, much worse. I’m a whiner. I know. Still hurts.