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Overall I'm a Saint

I keep thinking I should write something... after all, when asked, I tell people I'm a writer, I tell them I'm an unknown poet, I do not mention that underneath it all I'm confident that after my death I will acquire the fame I so richly deserved but did not achieve during my life.
(As a writer I must confess that is one hell of a "run-on sentence" the kind your elementary school teacher warned you about, and I don't even care.)

My sister wants to change her name to Cher Nobel, because she is in constant mental meltdown, I say at least she still has her wit.

My daughter who is "undiagnosed" lives in constant pain, we really don't fully know why, she also lives 2500 miles away and needs me.... I can do nothing physically to help her. That causes my heart pain.

I hear though the family grapevine that when my oldest son drinks too much, he tells my youngest son what a horrible woman he (the younger one) is married to. That hurts my heart too.

My younger son's wife is a vegan activist who apparently thinks if you wear fur, any thug who wanted to knock you down and skin you alive is justified. Her sweet "wouldn't hurt a fly" personality has morphed into something I don't recognize. I miss who she used to be.

My 80 year old mother who lives with us can't put her morning coffee mug in the dishwasher to save her live, apparently she can't push in her chair after dinner or put a used toothpick into the waste basket either. She pouts when I ask her to do anything for herself and sighs heavily when I pass by. Just to let me know how difficult her existence is when I don't attend to her needs. I wish she cared about something other than herself.

Overall I'm a Saint with no recognizable character or personality flaws.
My husband is also a Saint, but he's the kind with a few flaws.

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Unknown said…
About my mom-
The hardest thing is finding a way to deal with her, talk to her, that doesn't demean her.
Treating my mother like a rebellious child is not what I want to do and yet at times it seemed as if that's exactly what she needed.
We had a clearing of the air that really did help. Mom brought it up because of something her minister said during church.
(ok cool, I didn't have to figure out a way to get the conversation started *whew* that helped.)

She said; while sitting in church she came to the conclusion that her behavior was wrong, that she needed to get motivated to do something with her daily life and yet she just didn't care enough to do anything.
As much as my mouth wanted to hop on board and agree with her, I was slow and gentle. (really I was)
I think she finally got it, one thing she got was, that it's not right to place the responsibility of her health and welfare on me. We have not reached that point in time, where she needs someone to take over for her.
It's been a week since we talked and I can see she is still making the effort.

The pour woman doesn't know what she wants, she doesn't want to live alone, but she wants her own house, her own dishes, and her own style of furniture.
She wants to own her own car and drive, yet she doesn't like doing things alone, and she knows she is not really safe on the road.
The list of conflicts goes on and on... she just doesn't know what to do with herself, which has made her difficult to live with. (sort of like an 80 year old going through "the terrible twos").

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