family drama continues
I’m always amazed at my capacity for forgetting things. And then I’m amazed by my capacity to expect the best, in spite of history. And then I get mad at myself for being a jellyfish.
Two weeks ago I had a yelling match with Linda. One week ago, my siblings and I got together for a family meeting at a local Starbucks. Among the many topics of discussion were the fact that my mother’s financial situation is now precarious (i.e., she doesn’t have any money), that this is my place and not my mother’s, and that I need help.
Four days ago my sister Linda approached my mother for an “emergency” loan of $100 to cover this semester’s tuition. Today she came to me for another “emergency” loan, this time $80.
Two weeks ago she yelled at me because I didn’t share my financial problems with her. She told me that she would help me if I needed help. And she expressed her dismay that I wouldn’t approach her for help.
This week she added to my problems, yet again. Today she made me so mad I didn’t get any work done. Today I was so mad at her that I had a fight with my mother.
But I gave her the $80.
Things never change.
