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My brother was sick at Christmas and couldn't make it. He was supposed to come to Jonesboro yesterday. Mom planned a family dinner, and I agreed to come. A couple of hours before I was going to leave home, he texted me and asked me to call Mom and Dad to tell them that he couldn't make it. He didn't give a reason, but said he was fine. So I made the call. Mom, naturally, freaked out. I was stuck simultaneously texting Brian to try to get a reason while talking to Mom and Dad. He said that he would call them after 4. Mom sort of calmed down and made the decision to go ahead with the dinner. So I made the drive to Jonesboro.
Around 5:30 or so, Brian sent an e-mail to Mom and Dad, explaining that he had a terrible headache from the antidepressants he was on, and he just couldn't talk on the phone. This sent Mom off on an emotional rant about how he's depressed because he's gay, and that's his choice. I refused to agree but didn't try to argue with her. So the whole evening was just uncomfortable and awkward.
Further making the evening uncomfortable was my grandmother. At 91 years old, her health is failing. She's weak, she barely eats, and she can't take care of herself. After dinner, she requested Mom's help in the bathroom because she had soiled her Depends. As she and my uncle were taking turns tending to her, things got all emotional. We all know that her days are limited.
I don't know how to deal with my family. I mostly try not to. And when I have to, I merely tolerate it.
Around 5:30 or so, Brian sent an e-mail to Mom and Dad, explaining that he had a terrible headache from the antidepressants he was on, and he just couldn't talk on the phone. This sent Mom off on an emotional rant about how he's depressed because he's gay, and that's his choice. I refused to agree but didn't try to argue with her. So the whole evening was just uncomfortable and awkward.
Further making the evening uncomfortable was my grandmother. At 91 years old, her health is failing. She's weak, she barely eats, and she can't take care of herself. After dinner, she requested Mom's help in the bathroom because she had soiled her Depends. As she and my uncle were taking turns tending to her, things got all emotional. We all know that her days are limited.
I don't know how to deal with my family. I mostly try not to. And when I have to, I merely tolerate it.