Mean Mom...

Daughter and I went to see Dad and give Mom a break. It's the usual thing for us on Saturday. This Saturday however, we needed to get a birthday present for Daughter's friend's birthday party on Sunday. It took us a bit longer than usual to get to Mom and Dad's, we arrived at 11:30am. I walked in the door and Mom give me the look of death. It was like I just ruined her life at that moment. I just walked by her and ignored the laser eyes. She left without saying a word. The day was good with Dad. His walking is really coming along. He is still dependent on the g-tube (feeding tube), but he's able to eat small amounts of pureed or soft food. I've noticed that if he goes for additional food after the first round (seconds that is), he coughs much more than usual. I think the muscles in his throat get tired and don't work as well as when fresh.



Anyway, mom returned from her outing and said as we were getting ready to go "sorry to have to put you out of your life". She said in a way that gave me the Mother guilt thingy. I lost it. I go to see them to give Mom a break and to see Dad. It's not out of guilt, it's out of responsibility and love. Mom treats me different than her other visitor's . She dumps on me when she can't dump on anyone else. I can only take so much of that. I have responsibilities as well and quite frankly my immediate family comes first. Where the f*** is my lovely brother in all this. Hell, he lives 5 minutes away and can't reach out to offer a helping hand.

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