Conversation of the day
Phone rings, it's mum. She has that stressed voice again (fair enough who wouldn't be stressed).
Apparently the hospital rang and said they wanted to see dad tomorrow, she can't cope, she starts crying, can I come with them?
I say"of course, no problem, will ring back after I have looked up train times and let them know when I will arrive at theirs."
We hang up.
Get's train times, rings back.
Tells mum what time I'll arrive, get "you could stay over and we'll drive you back saturday."
I say "no need we won't be back that late and anyway who will feed the cat?"
Mum starts tirade at Mole and the whole "we've done so much for him blah blah"
Might I say at this moment that Mole will gladly feed the cat, I just don't want to stay the night :dry:
Mum going on about how she can't cope, how I owe it to my dad....now wait, have I said I won't come over? NO. Have I said I won't help? NO!!
She just can't bloody help herself, it was always has to be a guilt trip, the guilt card thrown in at every bloody turn
Know what!! Fuck that she can't cope. Is it her that will be vomitting from the chemo, is it her that will lose her hair, is it her facing pain, sickness and possible death!! NO but she can't cope
Given that her first reaction on getting the news was "now how do I get the shopping :dry:"
I couldn't give a rat's arse that she can't cope.
I feel like I can't cope but I don't have that luxury, I must pull it together so my dad gets through this...So Mum......GET A FUCKING GRIP!!!
Phone rings, it's mum. She has that stressed voice again (fair enough who wouldn't be stressed).
Apparently the hospital rang and said they wanted to see dad tomorrow, she can't cope, she starts crying, can I come with them?
I say"of course, no problem, will ring back after I have looked up train times and let them know when I will arrive at theirs."
We hang up.
Get's train times, rings back.
Tells mum what time I'll arrive, get "you could stay over and we'll drive you back saturday."
I say "no need we won't be back that late and anyway who will feed the cat?"
Mum starts tirade at Mole and the whole "we've done so much for him blah blah"
Might I say at this moment that Mole will gladly feed the cat, I just don't want to stay the night :dry:
Mum going on about how she can't cope, how I owe it to my dad....now wait, have I said I won't come over? NO. Have I said I won't help? NO!!
She just can't bloody help herself, it was always has to be a guilt trip, the guilt card thrown in at every bloody turn
Know what!! Fuck that she can't cope. Is it her that will be vomitting from the chemo, is it her that will lose her hair, is it her facing pain, sickness and possible death!! NO but she can't cope
Given that her first reaction on getting the news was "now how do I get the shopping :dry:"
I couldn't give a rat's arse that she can't cope.
I feel like I can't cope but I don't have that luxury, I must pull it together so my dad gets through this...So Mum......GET A FUCKING GRIP!!!