Sunday night, I was sitting on the couch, staring into space… trying to hold
back the tears…while wondering how to get myself out of the downward spiral I
found myself slipping into.
I
knew I couldn’t keep up the pretense of successful managing everything with Mom, her
house’s flooding issues, the insurance claim due to the flooding, the
remodeling of the damaged rooms because of the water damage (which should be
done before Mom leaves rehab), the increasing number of doctors’ appointments
for Mom, Mom’s financial concerns — oh, yeah… and my full-time job, my own
house’s maintenance/financial issues, and my personal commitments that have
nothing to do with what’s going on with Mom.
In
a trance, I reached for the phone and dialed my sister’s number. I had no idea what I was about to say to her,
but I dialed her number, anyway.
It
was a very short conversation. I was too
close to tears to say much.
I
asked her if it was possible for her to come down this weekend.
She
didn’t ask anything of me. She simply
said that she’d make the plane reservations…
And
we hung up from each other.
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