I was just thinking, and thought I would write a little something about myself. I think I am in the mood for a pity party so thought you might like to join me. For those of you out there who get into hearing of what I call cruelty, maybe it is just a word, and what it really means in my case is lack of understanding, although I misinterpret, and think it is cruel, and unloving. I wondered what it is about my own mother, and sister in my family, that they feel the need to abandon me. I really do not like to think like this, but there really is no other explanation. I get no calls from them, they do not want to come to visit, nor do they invite me ever to their house. Which is a beautiful warm and sunny part of florida they live in. I have invited them here with me many times, my mother refuses to come, she has her own share of problems, and she is getting older.. She also is on Oxygen like me, and she hates it , she has COPD. So she also has all of the anxiety that goes with that. She does do her grocery shopping alone, and drives, so it is not that she can't come, she won't come. My sister has come a few times and lets it be known it is an inconvenience when she is here. I went to there place last summer, uninvited to help them, since my mother had taken a fall, and my sister wanted to take her trip she had planned to las Vegas. I volunteered to help my mother, they live together in florida in the same house. I went to florida with my partner who I live with John. We were not treated very well, we stayed 3 weeks, and really was very glad to leave. I could tell my mother felt I was dirty because I had lung cancer, she made it very clear. I had a few episodes while I was there where I was couging pretty bad, I didn't realize it at the time, but I had pneumonia while I was there.. I cried because she never came out on the patio to see if I was alright, I started to choke on some food I was eating, and ran outside thinking I could breathe better. Did she come to check on me? No, she did not. She immediately, and I think it looked as if she was very nervous began doing dishes. I got control of the choking, and could see inside through the glass windows her just rapidly washing dishes with her good arm, the other one was broken. This is my meaning of the word cruelty, what would you call it? The purpose in this writing is to let it out that there is cruelty still in this world, and it can come at any time, and from your own family. My question to you, anyone who took the time to read this, is how do I continue to have faith in people? How do I continue to think I have a reason I was given extra time to live for? I never in a million years thought the two people left in my entire family would desert me. I was wrong. Thanks for reading. it is just another bad night for me.
God bless Sandy




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