My mother calls today to give me the update on my sister and that is sounding somewhat good. Then we get chatting about other things like where I’ll sleep when I come out to visit this weekend…
…I make the comment that yeah they haven’t seen me since I lost a bunch more weight. Mom complains that yeah they’ve not seen me in over a year…
…so I ask if she’s seen my hook suspension pictures (as it was up in the air whether or not my sister would show them to her, mom wasn’t interested and it’s one of those things about me she’s not thrilled with, so I didn’t know if that had ever happened). Mom says yes she did…
…and the first thing out of her mouth? *Paragraphs* about how saggy my breasts are now that I’ve lost all that weight. Among the many lovely phrases there was “you weren’t the only thing hanging”.
And it downward spirals.
Condensed version:
1) See a picture of your daughter after she’s lost a ton of weight like you’d hoped and your (standard) go-to is to say something unpleasant about how she looks instead of something nice or supportive.
2) When this hurts her feelings act like she’s the problem, that you are put out and burdened by this, and repeatedly tell her in snotty tones how justified you are in saying what hurt her.
3) When this doesn’t work, try to directly turn it around on her.
4) When she stands up to this state again in a snotty tone how you don’t see that you did anything wrong or hurtful.
5) She explains all of it all the way from the beginning to end why she is upset and she hangs up.
So yeah, eyeroll. It was upsetting and frustrating but not epic. I don’t feel bad about it, just thinking how inconvenient it’s gonna be now going out to visit my sister… gonna cost more because I have to rent hotel room and use taxis. Plus I’m bound to run into the parents at some point in those two days during visiting hours… and I don’t intend to back down on this and I know mom isn’t sorry, so stalemate. I don’t need that going on in my life.
Plus, still paying for a sitter for Jonesy. The one I called today didn’t get back to me, gonna have to try her again tomorrow.
Gotta run downtown to the Port Authority Bus Terminal, too, to get the bus tickets I need for the trip out.
And I finally found my Texas driver’s license so I can now get my NY one. Groovy.
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