Well...I never thought I'd be so grateful be back in our apartment. I've spent most of the day either taking care of Abi or at my mother's. My mother's side of the family is about 2/3 female, and most of them don't get along. Of course as there is every year there was yelling and lashing out and more yelling at the ones yelling. And me...what do I do...I sit quietly on the couch and make sarcastic remarks with my cousin. On a good note, everyone liked my casserole even the ones that don't like them.
My grandfather is planning on taking my grandmother to visit her cousins in Washington soon. He doesn't think she'll make it another year, her arthritis and diabetes has overcome her body. He can barely get her out of the house. And as I've said before the family is 2/3 women, our family is a matriarchy, so when she dies I'm just waiting for everyone else to fall apart...especially my grandfather.
I hope you can live with your words, because I can live with mine.
How do crazy people get through the forest? They take the psycho path.
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