You didn’t come to Lil Sister’s 29th birthday dinner.
You didn’t come to my 30th birthday dinner. Nor did you call me. You sent a friend over with my present.
You are divorced and amicable, but you didn’t come to Dad’s 60th birthday party. Nor did you invite the people dad asked you to, you being the one with all the addresses.
You didn’t show up to Lil Sister’s Hen’s Night. She called you and begged you to come, which you eventually did. You came to mine, albeit so medicated you could hardly speak.
This weekend you really stuffed up.
It is one thing to abuse your own immediate family this way.
But no matter how depressed you are, you know the difference between right and wrong, and not showing up to your nephew’s wedding was wrong. Dad asked if you wanted a lift. You told him you had made other arrangements. As usual, with your brothers in the country, there has been niggling and politics, to which I am not party to. However NONE of that matters when it comes to a loved one’s wedding. He was so disappointed.
I don’t know what to say or do in the face of this selfishness. I can’t defend it, use your mental illness as an excuse, because there is a point where I give up.
And this is it.
Wow darl. I know, there is a point where you are giving too much of yourself for it to be worth it. Lots and lots of hugs x
Hugs received
It’s a sad commentary but I applaud you. It’s to the point and puts YOU first and that’s comforting to those who care about you.
Yeah. I spose. Just sucks a bit
Okay, that sucks. I am sorry.
Thanks DM
it does suck but hey, what can ya do?