After visiting Friday evening, I’d invited my mom to go to Starbucks with me the following morning. Middle and her husband don’t keep coffee in the house, and honestly, introverts like me enjoy scheduling as many impromptu exits from society as possible. Plus, Mom had seemed so happy/sad about the
Around eight, we left my parents’ house for Middle’s place. Middle has a great house with plenty of room, and she’s always kind about letting us stay with her when we visit. After we put kids to bed, Middle wanted to talk about Mom and Dad. As you might suspect,
This is so long, rambling and grim, I hereby give you a pass on reading it. I just had to document for my own sanity. We left the house early, with the plan to meet my mother at a near-to-her shopping mall around noon. We’d meet for a lunch get-together
This is how I knew it was gonna be a bad trip: A few days before our scheduled visit, while I was still blissfully sitting in my own damn house, Mom didn’t pick up her phone on either of my attempts. Which usually means 1) her phone has died or
Welp, I just spent 2 and 1/2 days with my family of origin, which should give me 30 days worth of bullshit to post about. Am still processing, but here are two actual and quoted* conversations from our visit. 1. During a family argument, my mom got up and went