Sunday, October 18, 2009


I haven't posted much in a while because, well, I've been busy.

I've been busy feeling sorry for myself. I know it's a lame excuse but there it is.

This is how it all started:

Last Saturday was our family reunion on my mom's side of the family. We had dinner at mom's house Thursday evening prior (just like we always do) and we decided we'd all meet at Mom's house at 9:30am Saturday morning.

Flash forward to Saturday morning at 8:30am. My oldest sister calls, "Where are you?" "I'm on the couch in my jammies," I said.

Come to find out, Mom had decided that everyone needed to leave at 8:00am instead. She told my oldest sister and my second oldest sister but failed to call and tell me. She completely blew me off.

Now here it is a week later and I've yet to receive an apology from my mother. I've spoken to her once in a heated conversation that resulted in me hanging up on her. I know, juvenile, but it was the heat of the moment.

Now, just so you know, this isn't the first time she's blown me off. I was the third and last child and by the time I was a teenager, Mom had decided she was done raising kids. I was pretty much raised by my dad, for the most part.

My oldest sister has separated herself from the family except for rare ocassions such as reunions and such. Mom dotes on my next sister because she's pretty much a failure and Mom feels "She can't take care of herself and she's my daughter so I have to take care of her." (Insert my opinion: If you didn't always do for her, Mom, maybe she's grow up and learn to take care of herself!)

I've always been able to take care of myself so I guess Mom feels I don't need her. Well, she's still my mom and everyone always needs their mom. I don't care how old you are and how self sufficient you are, you will still need your mom.

So I've spent the entire week fuming over this incident. I should be used to it by now but it still hurts. A lot.

And I can't even get a simple apology.

1 comment:

Got A Minute said...

You might try calling her. I know you want her to call you, but look at it from my point of view, I'm 26 now and my mother passed away when I was 14. What I wouldn't give to call her. Sometimes it's ok go get what you need.