I’m reblogging this in response to Oloriel’s Sunday Confessionals. It’s an old piece that didn’t see much traffic but I think it fits the theme today. I was angry when I wrote it and often have imaginary conversations which I know will never come about. No point in screaming about injustice or unfair representation so yelling into a hole is a good option!
I have upset you.
You feel I am unsupportive and inconsiderate.
Our offers for respite ‘holiday breaks’ in recent years have been refused due to ill-health, dogs, personal issues, working commitments, or pending births all revolving around other members of your family.
Our offers for taking over the Responsibility of Care full-time were refused in preference to you, because we were told
You cannot manage and need to be looked after.
Even when distance was not an issue, something or someone in your household always took priority over us.
You prefer to have no contact with me.
It has not been my intention to hurt anyone.
And just so that there is absolutely no misunderstanding here, I am not closing the door on your family.
I’m slamming it.So I suggest you remove your foot. “
I can feel the pain. Slam that damn door hard
I did.
One can just do much and not more when the other person refuses to give an inch.
It took a while to accept it is what it is, but whatever the problem is, it’s hers, not mine. Sadly with Mum no longer with us, we have no contact other than a Christmas card and she may remember my birthday.
It’s sad, but I don’t think you can mend this relationship
I know. Too much has happened now.
I get that as families everywhere have at least one such character
I’m not going there right now. But I barricaded mine. No regrets. So I get it Di. 💜
Thanks Jen. Good for you.
🙂💜
Tragic. I’m glad you have done what you needed to do to protect your sanity.
Her loss. I grew tired of being whipped with the olive branch.
wow! You were in a lot of emotional pain when you wrote that. I could feel it ❤ ❤
It’s just the way it is Carol Anne. I can’t change it and got tired of being whipped by my olive branches.