I'm done.
I just got off the phone with my sister, Martha. She calls about 7 p.m. every night to talk with Mom. Since I screen all of our calls, I answered the phone this evening. I asked her if she got my two messages that I left her and she said yes. I asked her if she didn't want to talk to me and she said there was nothing to talk about and she was too stressed to talk anyway because she is doing report cards.
I replied that this isn't stressing me out at all (I was being sarcastic) and hung up the phone.
When is she going to grow up and be an adult human being? Never.
I don't care if I never talk to her again. If she comes over here to see Mom, I will go in my room and not talk with her at all. And she has her birthday coming up and at this point, I don't want to go at all. I certainly don't want to go and act like everything's OK when it's not. I'm not a very good actor that way.
I'm done trying to have a relationship with her when it's very obvious that she doesn't want one with me and resents everything about me.
And now when I try to talk to Mom about all this, she doesn't even understand who Martha is and why I'm so upset. She even said at one point that Martha wasn't really her daughter. Mom is trying to comfort me, coming to my room while I cry and rub my shoulders and hugs me. But I can't even talk to her about it.
In the past, Mom has always taken Martha's side, mainly because she's her baby. I am not perfect by any means and I know I've picked fights with Martha and done mean things to her as well. But at this time, I just can't handle any more stress and I won't put any more stress in my life.
And who pours out their heart to an Alzheimer's patient expecting sympathy? Martha evidently did. How pathetic is that?
So I'm done. I will pray for her, but as far as actually having contact with her, I'm done.
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