My aunt sent me this book, Can We Talk About Something More Pleasant by Roz Chast.
Ohmygosh.
This is completely my life with a few exceptions.
We aren’t talking about anything. In this book, she’s going through all these conversations with her parents that are awkward and nerve-wracking. We can’t even get to that point. They’ve resisted everything, and sometimes, denied it’s even happening.
BUT!
I feel like I’ve taken them over the goal line. I have no idea what’s coming next. I think it’ll be a shitshow. Jay’s idea is to pitch it as a second residence. Get them in there paying monthly. Get half their stuff there. Get the clock ticking. He’s brilliant and definitely is increasing chances for more sex.
Today we talk to the director of the place we got them into. It’s their first meeting with him. I have no idea if my step-sister or her husband have told my mom about this meeting. If not, it won’t be pleasant.
My mom’s mom smeared her own shit on the walls of my mom’s bathroom and I think did the same thing at the adult daycare mom would take her to. My blended family members do not know what they are up against. Mom’s true nature is starting to come out, not just the sweet Christian lady everyone knows, like the hairdresser yesterday. I gave a small smile and got her into the car. I know I’m not making point with all her friends and church associates w/ my lack of robust enthusiasm or use of their particular religious language.
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I never know what is going to happen with my parents. Mom was resigned and sad at the meeting. I chose to not call or text ahead to see if she knew about the nature of the meeting. I just let it go.
She cried after he left and we held each other. We had a tender moment and she said she was sad to be causing all the fuss. She looked beaten down and weak. I think there is some happiness they are leaving but mostly sadness right now. I think my step dad may be happy to get some freedom.
I felt relief that they are moving and then anger for how hard this has been. I have to focus on the fact that I got them over the goal line w/ my brother’s help. My step family has helped maintain mom’s diabetes meds but has caused a lot of issues for anything more helpful to happen. Just the way it is.