I got an email (on the 18th) from my cousin that my Uncle Mick is going downhill (he’s not been real healthy for years) and was in a CCU in west Florida and my Aunt Barb was in a nursing home in Virginia because she’s not doing real well either. So Monday my Mom calls from somewhere (on another cousin’s phone) and leaves a message that she needs my sister’s address or phone number. I called back that number and left a voice mail with the info.

So she calls me yesterday to bitch that I never called her back. And that she needed to be there to take care of Mick (as if his plethora of children can’t handle it) and that Barb had left him on his deathbed to pursue her own life. Yeah, with her portable oxygen tank and electric wheelchair, Barb is such a party animal. *rolling my eyes here* Anyway, Mon’s using the money she’d set aside to file for bankruptcy (right after she leased another new car) to spend time with Mick but she needs to be home in time for Brittany’s graduation ceremony on Saturday so she hopes he either gets better by then or . . .

At least she’s not planning on coming out here.

And oh geeze, Brittany’s graduation! They’re having it at the Manatee Civic Center so there’s plenty of space so hopefully Mom won’t run into Beth there. Or Dad. I mentioned how uncomfortable it was for me at my graduation so many years ago when Mom hunted Dad down and sat directly behind him and his new wife just to make snide comments the whole time. She’s such a bitch. I would feel sorry for her that half the family isn’t talking to her now if she hadn’t done so much to deserve it over the years.

I’m the sap for trying to maintain a tenuous relationship. I stopped talking to her for a couple of years but the last time I talked to my Grandma (before the Alzheimer’s took over) she made me promise I would make up and never cut her off again. So I trudge on and pretend we’re fine. And the woman is clueless.