And once again I get chewtoyed
I need to add a tag for my sister. Will probably make it easier for her to follow my blog since I imagine she only cares about the articles that mention her.
OK, that’s done. I’ll try and go back and tag some of the relevant articles. Anyway, the latest stunt is my planned trip in September must be moved. Now, keep in mind, I *asked for dates* repeatedly and didn’t get any. So I tried to pick some while I was there. There’s a paper calander I used to look for dates that my sister was not there. My sister clearly knew I was going to be at the memorial, because that’s why she didn’t go. (Her hate for me is bigger than her love for my mom, apparently). It had nothing. My mom’s iphone calendar had nothing. I asked my mom if the dates were okay. She said they were. I went back home and the next day bought tickets, and sent the itenerary to my mom. Nothing. Today – four days later – I get a email telling me I have to change my dates. No apology from my mom for making me jump through hoops, just her and my sister had already planned something for those days. Something not on the calander and hithero unknown. My sister clearly could have looked at the calander when she arrived and passed the message on to me *then*, but no.
This is not totally out of the realm of what goes on. I’ve been asked to change dates for my sister’s convenience before. And I do understand my sister has a severe mental illness, probably in fact worse than mine, and given that I do also have one if there’s anyone who should be understanding it should be me. But I do also feel like whenever a choice has to be made, I end up being the one who loses. Part of this is my sister is extremely good at manipulating people, and I generally try to just be compliant with whatever people want.
But it’s almost impossible for me to imagine that, especially if my mom’s memory gets worse, I’m ever going to get to see her. My sister has pretty much demonstrated to me that she has no interest in treating me fairly. I don’t think there’s going to be anyone to intercede to make sure I can be at the memorial service for my mom, or that I can see her in her last days.