So most of the recent drama has corrected itself. My daughter had decided to move out from under grandma (she lived next door to her in a house owned by her). Now that she has finally gotten to a place where she can move out, mom is mad about it. This was supposed to be a stepping stone place for her to live. She has now graduated high school and has a job. She’s done cookin’.
Anyway, once she found out my daughter was moving she started screaming and claiming she was going to stop taking her chemo because no one cared about her. I finally got so frustrated with all her screaming that I told her to stop trying to guilt my daughter into staying. I added that if she wanted to stop taking the treatments that I would respect her decision to do so. I don’t think that was the response she was hoping for.
Before you all think I am mean and evil, let me explain. My mother has been faking illnesses since my brother and I were children. We would get the old gasping with the hand to the heart if we were late from school. We have been told so many different times that she’s has so many different things that it’s kinda like the little boy who cried wolf. If something DOES ever happen to her we will feel terrible, but we just don’t know what to believe anymore.
I have decided that my mother will indeed live forever. After they drop the big bomb the only things living will be the cockroaches, my mother and of course, myself. I will be there looking for sharp stones to poke myself with.
