witzend
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L was particularly awful the last 8 months or so. She would be out of touch for months at a time and when I did see her she was rude and abusive each time. You all know that we had our big discussion the other night with her weird ultimatum that I make up with my family or I'm too untrustworthy for her to have a relationship with. Here was one of the things she told me that night. I had to verify it.
Last winter before Christmas L told me that my dad was dying. I asked what she meant. She said he had knee surgery. I told her that if he had an infection or something his doctor would see it. Did he have a fever? No, he was just very quiet and sat around all the time and wasn't recovering. I reminded her that he is 79 years old, and you don't recover from things as quickly as you do when you are 24. She went on and on about how ill he was and that he was going to die and I needed to go see him. I asked if he had asked to see me, and she said no. She said he was just sitting in the basement (it's finished and where he spends most of his time) cracking walnuts. That's what he does every winter so my mom can use them for cookies and banana bread. I told her that he hadn't asked for me, and hadn't spoken to me in nine years, I wasn't going to go into his home unasked for when I had just been told I was not allowed to come to Thanksgiving dinner. I doubted that he was so seriously ill. When husband talked with my awful sister W about her inappropriate interactions with my dad, he asked about my dad. W told him he had knee surgery and was fully recovering, but slowly. That was that.
The other night L got all over me about being so uncaring about my father that when he was on his deathbed I didn't go see him. Mind you, he is alive and well. I told her that I hadn't been asked for, he wasn't that ill, and I wasn't going to play that game. She said "He had quadruple bipass and you didn't even go see him!" Huh? He had knee surgery and you made a big deal about his recovery and we checked it out and it was no big deal. "No, he almost died and we didn't tell you because you hate him! That's how much you don't care! Do you ever think how awful it is for me?"
I swear to god, I actually had to write an e-mail to a family friend to verify the validity of this tale, and it is true. He had quadruple bypass last winter and no one told me. And to top it off, somehow I'm a PoS because they didn't tell me. And they wonder why I hate them...
Last winter before Christmas L told me that my dad was dying. I asked what she meant. She said he had knee surgery. I told her that if he had an infection or something his doctor would see it. Did he have a fever? No, he was just very quiet and sat around all the time and wasn't recovering. I reminded her that he is 79 years old, and you don't recover from things as quickly as you do when you are 24. She went on and on about how ill he was and that he was going to die and I needed to go see him. I asked if he had asked to see me, and she said no. She said he was just sitting in the basement (it's finished and where he spends most of his time) cracking walnuts. That's what he does every winter so my mom can use them for cookies and banana bread. I told her that he hadn't asked for me, and hadn't spoken to me in nine years, I wasn't going to go into his home unasked for when I had just been told I was not allowed to come to Thanksgiving dinner. I doubted that he was so seriously ill. When husband talked with my awful sister W about her inappropriate interactions with my dad, he asked about my dad. W told him he had knee surgery and was fully recovering, but slowly. That was that.
The other night L got all over me about being so uncaring about my father that when he was on his deathbed I didn't go see him. Mind you, he is alive and well. I told her that I hadn't been asked for, he wasn't that ill, and I wasn't going to play that game. She said "He had quadruple bipass and you didn't even go see him!" Huh? He had knee surgery and you made a big deal about his recovery and we checked it out and it was no big deal. "No, he almost died and we didn't tell you because you hate him! That's how much you don't care! Do you ever think how awful it is for me?"
I swear to god, I actually had to write an e-mail to a family friend to verify the validity of this tale, and it is true. He had quadruple bypass last winter and no one told me. And to top it off, somehow I'm a PoS because they didn't tell me. And they wonder why I hate them...
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