Isn’t that the way it always is
I was talking to my neighbor over the fence and catching her up on what is going on around here, we’re getting ready to start the fifth iteration of the adoption book, mom was not progressing today, my sister wants to sue me; my neighbor laughed and said she needs to talk to me more because she instantly feels as if her problems are nothing in comparison. It’s great to be needed.
I was telling her the irony of the fact that my sister is in Atlanta dictating to and threatening me, and I’m here working and taking care of mom, and to top this whole little ice cream sundae off, my mother always wants to know first how my sister is doing. Maybe Dad was right and mom does love her more than me, or maybe, just maybe she worries about her most because she knows I’m not a nutball.
When I was coming of age, I used to say to people that my sister needed my mom more than me and that is why she got all the attention. Then when I got older I said I didn’t need either one of them because they were both nuts. Then someone told me, well, you may not need them, but they certainly need you. Then through therapy I learned it was a big no no to say I don’t have needs and I am supposed to admit that I need them.
I need to go to Portugal.
I need to go to Portugal.
I need to go to Portugal.