There are so many things, and not with just me, but I will only go into my own. She never wanted to move her butt to come visit, not even for once-a-year Thanksgiving when my mother was getting old and sick. I had to pressure her to come. I made the whole big dinner, but asked her to bring her wonderful sweet potatoes, because they were so good. She didn't want to be bothered to make them. She didn't want to be bothered to come. She came only under protest, because I kept at her that our mother was getting old and sick, and wanted to see her and her children.
I always had to visit her all throughout our lives, she never cared enough to come and visit me, except when she needed to drop off my niece. My niece, an only child, came almost every weekend to stay over with my kids. She even brought her to stay for a couple of weeks when I was in bed with roaring sciatica. I could not walk and was in terrible pain. She and her husband took off for several weeks for a vacation out of the country, leaving me with an extra responsibility at a time I couldn't handle my own. It was a time when money was a problem, and I was flat on my back and out of work. She never even offered a penny for my niece's expenses. That's the kind of thing I mean by not caring about others.
Her husband had a surgery down here, and she asked me if she could stay with me during his time in the hospital. I said of course. But she was given a bed in his room, so she never came to my house. She was here in town a week. I wanted to see her, but she didn't want to bother to come the few miles to my house. Finally, I said I'd meet her halfway for dinner, and she broke her heart and met me. My daughter had just moved into her beautiful new home, and I invited my sister, never in town otherwise, to stop by with me to see it. It was a 10 minute ride from the restaurant. She refused. She never did see my daughter, the grandkids, or the house.
Not too many years ago I drove the 125 miles to visit her. I had just had a skin cancer removed from my lower leg, and I was stitched and bandaged. She breeds large dogs, and they all set up a ruckus and a bunch of them came running out into the front yard. I stepped back outside the fence, asked her to put them in the backyard. I was concerned about them jumping as I had a raw wound on my leg. She refused. She was more concerned about her dogs than she was about me. I said I can't come in then. So I spent my visit over at my niece's house. My niece put her dogs in the backyard.
These are just a few of the many incidents that are welling up to the surface as a result of this last stupidity. We are going through a really bad time now, and I can no longer be involved with someone who is hurtful all the time. It would have been welcomed if she had opened up by asking how my family was doing, but no, her focus was on dead Fred Trump.
Thanks for letting me vent.
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