Does it Matter?
Does it Matter?
Sometimes no matter how hard I feel like I have tried to do the "right" thing--people still disappoint me. I still feel like they have let me down. This time, it's been a double whammy.
My ex-husband (of 20 years!) thinks that I am behind some trouble he got into with his newest ex-wife and authorities. He has been married twice since we divorced. He moved away, moved back, got divorced in the last year. And the trouble he has been in is all of his own making.
But our grown daughter, who lives with me, was working for him (he owns his own business), and she quit, which is the ONLY factor I can see that even comes close to having anything to do with ME.
And now he is spreading this accusation against me to anyone who will listen. Oh, and did I mention he's stalking my house? It's just downright creepy. He's parked a half a block away each morning when I leave for work.
The other part of the whammy is my sister who recently moved back into my mother's home. She has diabetes, and was hospitalized for a foot infection--it's really bad. They are considering amputation.
I have been at the hospital every single day to help her, to get her bathed (she hadn't showered in 2 weeks) and to try to get her to take her health more seriously. I washed her feet and moisturized them (except for the wound).
And then, when I take a half day of work off so that I can drive her to her doctor's appointment, she checks out of the hospital with a friend, doesn't call me to let me know, and so I show up at the hospital only to be told she checked out with a stranger and the nurses don't know who it is.
It makes me feel like screaming into a pillow just thinking of the frustration and hurt I felt when I realized that she would do that to me after the time I've spent with her in the hospital.
It's enough to make a person want to become a hermit. Seriously, just let me crawl into a cave somewhere and order necessities from the internet. Sometimes, I would be entirely happy living by myself. Just give me a room piled full of books, the internet so I can live vicariously through the screen, and a bologna sandwich for lunch. Ooooooooh! Make it a cheeseburger. And a tall glass of iced sweet tea.
Sometimes no matter how hard I feel like I have tried to do the "right" thing--people still disappoint me. I still feel like they have let me down. This time, it's been a double whammy.
My ex-husband (of 20 years!) thinks that I am behind some trouble he got into with his newest ex-wife and authorities. He has been married twice since we divorced. He moved away, moved back, got divorced in the last year. And the trouble he has been in is all of his own making.
But our grown daughter, who lives with me, was working for him (he owns his own business), and she quit, which is the ONLY factor I can see that even comes close to having anything to do with ME.
And now he is spreading this accusation against me to anyone who will listen. Oh, and did I mention he's stalking my house? It's just downright creepy. He's parked a half a block away each morning when I leave for work.
The other part of the whammy is my sister who recently moved back into my mother's home. She has diabetes, and was hospitalized for a foot infection--it's really bad. They are considering amputation.
I have been at the hospital every single day to help her, to get her bathed (she hadn't showered in 2 weeks) and to try to get her to take her health more seriously. I washed her feet and moisturized them (except for the wound).
And then, when I take a half day of work off so that I can drive her to her doctor's appointment, she checks out of the hospital with a friend, doesn't call me to let me know, and so I show up at the hospital only to be told she checked out with a stranger and the nurses don't know who it is.
It makes me feel like screaming into a pillow just thinking of the frustration and hurt I felt when I realized that she would do that to me after the time I've spent with her in the hospital.
It's enough to make a person want to become a hermit. Seriously, just let me crawl into a cave somewhere and order necessities from the internet. Sometimes, I would be entirely happy living by myself. Just give me a room piled full of books, the internet so I can live vicariously through the screen, and a bologna sandwich for lunch. Ooooooooh! Make it a cheeseburger. And a tall glass of iced sweet tea.
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