I have to pull up my skirt, I have to stop this craziness. My mom needs me to help her right now, and I have to step up and move into her house and be there for her, until my dad dies.
Can I do this? Can I ? Can I help her without feeling like I want to go running through the streets pulling my hair out?
I texted my sister, she is on a trip with her daughter. As though this trip is so important, she tells me she cannot talk to me about (mom) she is "Trying to have fun." Oh, wow, sorry.
Remind you, I have rheumatoid arthritis, I have zero pain relief and I somehow find the strength to spend countless days at moms. She, on the other hand feels that when she is on a trip, a trip that has very little meaning , that she is not to be bothered by things like our mom not making sense, and firing my dads caretaker. (dad is at home in hospice)
This is where my feelings of being that dirty, unwanted kid come in. My feelings, my opinion and concern for our parents is not of worth to her. She gets to decide what happens to [her] parents. Shut up Cathy, we don't want to hear your ideas, your worries, your concerns. That is what she is saying when she tells me she cannot talk about this [now] because she is trying to have fun! When she shuts me up and says that what I have experienced is not real, it did not happen! This is why I have resorted to video taping things that happen at our parents house.
Sorry, but this is pure insanity in my opinion. Your trying to have fun? Give me a #&$(% break.
Yeah, I know this could happen in any family. But this is not any family.
The question still remains, do I continue to push my way into this? Do I help my mom & dad? Or should I back off and allow my sister, their birth child to make all the decisions? It seems I am looked at as being too emotional. Even though my mom cannot remember what was discussed just 5 minutes ago, I guess I am over reacting. She is living alone, with my dad who is dying. She has fired now her 2nd caretaker for my dad, who is blind, cannot do anything for himself, and mom is a train wreck. She can barely take care of herself, and her health is not good. She is not making wise choices, and telling me she does not have the money for a caretaker. She does have the money! Got so mean she basically hung up on me, and let me tell you her sister called me worried as well. Saying that she was not making sense.
I think my sister wants to be in the drivers seat. She wants to make the decisions, my opinion and feelings do not matter. On the outside, everyone thinks that adoption is no big deal. I am so lucky to have been adopted by this wonderful family. Nobody really wanted you, so your lucky. It amazes me at age 50, that I am still having this conversation. That I feel like I'm still second guessing my position. Are these really my parents? Should I be able to step in and make decisions on my own regarding their well being? The answer my friends, is NO. My opinion, my feelings mean nothing. I really am that unwanted, unloved kid found in the shopping cart, or found on the side of the road, left because I am too stupid, or not cute enough, or not clever enough to have any sense, not enough worth to make a reliable decision.
If adoption did not make a difference, if being the adopted daughter was not an issue, why is this happening? My sister would not be talking to me this way, and arguing about what our mother is doing. Refusing to admit that our mother is not mentally well and needing a dementia screening.
I have not decided how to handle this, but maybe I will have to just push these awful feelings aside and do the right thing, and live with my parents and take care of them. I really need to do this, to prove to myself that I can, that I CAN love unconditionally. I should be able to do this, I could do it for a stranger, I can do it for my parents. Regardless if they love me and adore me or not.
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