fucking details.
God Damn It.
My mother decided to have a major elective surgery. This surgery comes with a ton of risks- the major one being death.
But did she discuss this with her family? Did she ask me if it was ok? Did she consider the life changes she was making? Not only her own life changes, but mine?
Hell no.
And it's not right that I didn't call her yesterday to check up on her. Yes, I'm a terrible daughter because I didn't call my mother 2 days after getting home, 6 days after her surgery, to listen to her tell me that she wasn't feeling well. Of course you won't feel well woman- you had your abdomen opened and altered! But I'm terrible, because I didn't call.
I know that she had surgery and all she wants is someone to care for her and look after her, but I'm sorry, I have my own life, my own worries- and I forget.
I have fulfilled everything she asked me to do regarding this surgery. She wants me to take my brother food shopping, so I rearranged things, worked things out with my boyfriend (and the puppy) so that I could go today after work, but when I call she tells me that today it can't be done (for reasons I don't want to get into). This detail could have been told to me over the weekend when she initially asked me- just double check with her that I can do it on the day I want. That's it. But it doesn't fucking matter to tell Veronica anything.
DETAILS woman, details.
Why am I so pissed? Cause my mother uses the same freaking argument too- "If it was one of your friends, you would drop everything to help them."
Fuck you. I moved everything around to take care of my brother, left work early to pick her up from work, took a day off BEFORE her surgery to help get everything together- but I'm not right because I didn't call my mother. But it's totally fine, that you (mom) fail to share with me the huge detail that your surgery has been moved up one week. When were you going to tell me? The day before? Maybe the morning of? The only reason I find out is because I go fishing for this information.
Back to the fact that ALL of this is fucking selfish of her. And you know what, I want my mom to be healthier and happier. But the best thing to do is SOBER UP and STOP DRINKING. That would be selfless. No one would have to worry about you. Getting gastric bypass when you are an alcoholic, depressed and a mother of a 15 year old is NOT fair. It's fucking selfish!
Hope you're feeling fine mom. And you probably do because you surely made me miserable- and misery does love its company.
My mother decided to have a major elective surgery. This surgery comes with a ton of risks- the major one being death.
But did she discuss this with her family? Did she ask me if it was ok? Did she consider the life changes she was making? Not only her own life changes, but mine?
Hell no.
And it's not right that I didn't call her yesterday to check up on her. Yes, I'm a terrible daughter because I didn't call my mother 2 days after getting home, 6 days after her surgery, to listen to her tell me that she wasn't feeling well. Of course you won't feel well woman- you had your abdomen opened and altered! But I'm terrible, because I didn't call.
I know that she had surgery and all she wants is someone to care for her and look after her, but I'm sorry, I have my own life, my own worries- and I forget.
I have fulfilled everything she asked me to do regarding this surgery. She wants me to take my brother food shopping, so I rearranged things, worked things out with my boyfriend (and the puppy) so that I could go today after work, but when I call she tells me that today it can't be done (for reasons I don't want to get into). This detail could have been told to me over the weekend when she initially asked me- just double check with her that I can do it on the day I want. That's it. But it doesn't fucking matter to tell Veronica anything.
DETAILS woman, details.
Why am I so pissed? Cause my mother uses the same freaking argument too- "If it was one of your friends, you would drop everything to help them."
Fuck you. I moved everything around to take care of my brother, left work early to pick her up from work, took a day off BEFORE her surgery to help get everything together- but I'm not right because I didn't call my mother. But it's totally fine, that you (mom) fail to share with me the huge detail that your surgery has been moved up one week. When were you going to tell me? The day before? Maybe the morning of? The only reason I find out is because I go fishing for this information.
Back to the fact that ALL of this is fucking selfish of her. And you know what, I want my mom to be healthier and happier. But the best thing to do is SOBER UP and STOP DRINKING. That would be selfless. No one would have to worry about you. Getting gastric bypass when you are an alcoholic, depressed and a mother of a 15 year old is NOT fair. It's fucking selfish!
Hope you're feeling fine mom. And you probably do because you surely made me miserable- and misery does love its company.