Dysfunctional
I swear, if you look up that word in one of those encyclopedias with pictures, you will find a picture of my family.
First of all, I get a call from my dad to tell me that my mother thinks I'm mad at her because she went on a trip with my sister - who I have barely exchanged two words with in nearly two years. Now, given that I have done NOTHING to indicate feelings of anger towards my mother, aside from wishing her a good time, I'm guessing she feels pretty guilty about the excursion. Never mind that she couldn't call me herself to ask if we're all good. It's like highschool - Gertrude really likes Fred so she gets her best friend Helga to go ask him if he'll go out with her... My hubby has suggested that I write a book about what it's like to be raised by teenagers. I'm considering it.
Second, during the above conversation (and I use that wordly loosely, as I maybe contributed a dozen words) my dad also tells me that the latest reason my sister has given for not talking to me - despite a lengthy, seriously thought-out email from me suggesting some methods for communicating better, in order to help heal our relationship - is that she thinks I don't like her. I'm not sure if she's considered the impression ignoring someone for 2 years makes. It sure as hell doesn't make me feel particularly liked.
I feel like I'm taking crazy pills! Maybe I ought to.