Today’s blog topic is going to be about my family and how they are not everything to me. This does not include my Mother, Husband, Children, Aunts and Uncle or my Cousins.
I never thought I would say something like that about my own blood but it is what it is… isn’t it? I am a realest and I do not live in fantasy land hoping and wishing that my family will come through during bad times when I know deep down in my heart that they won’t. You can’t make people do the right thing. They have to want to do the right thing in order to do it.
I am the middle child between an older and younger sister. All three of us are estranged from each other, which actually works out quite well.
You see the three of us are cut from three different pieces of cloth. The older one is cut from silk, the younger one is cut from cotton and I am cut from a combination of burlap and wool. Each of us also have very strong personalities and opinions. I have spent too many years getting angry at my sisters and nothing ever getting resolved properly when there are issues between us. For this reason, I don’t deal with them. The only time I do deal with them is when it has to do with my Mother and her best interest.
To protect the guilty, I will refer to my older sister as Tina and my former brother-in-law as Tim. Here is a recent story from this past weekend about Tim and Tina and how they just don’t do the right thing. These people are in their 50′s for goodness sake!
Tina and Tim divorced and Tim moved in with my Mother 12 years ago. Tim moved out of my mother’s home last Thursday. We decided to bring a family friend in as a caregiver and we needed the room. Back in 1999 my Mother had redone her extra bedroom to look like a small den. She had a gorgeous white slipcover sleeper couch, an adorable club chair and ottomon and a desk in the room. Tim has been sleeping on that sofa bed for 12 years now and it is ruined. When he was moving out, the friend asked Tim if he could remove the sofa bed from the house. Tim told our friend “Can’t, I have a bad knee”. End of conversation. REALLY???? What he does have is two son’s who are grown men and could remove the sofa bed just as easily as anyone else. So why didn’t Tim do the right thing? Because he doesn’t want to. It’s the same thing with the cabinet that has been off the hinges in the kitchen for years. Tim is a contractor for goodness sake. He can’t pick up a drill and spend 3 minutes fixing something in my mother’s house? Seriously!
You might wonder why in the heck my former brother-in-law has been living with my Mother for the past 12 years. Easy answer! #1 Because my Mom always considered Tim as family. #2 Because Tim is a schmuck and is a leech. Everyone in our family and outside of our family sees that my Mother has been taken advantage of by a member of her immediate family. This is just too much. Tina, who was married to Tim for something like 17 years runs away from dealing with issues like this. Spineless individual that she is. It’s her ex, she should deal with it.
The final outcome is that the worthless individual is now out of my Mother’s house. Our friend called a friend and had two guys come over and remove the sofa bed in 10 minutes. Doing the right thing took 10 minutes. Tim did not want to do it and neither of his grown ass son’s did either. PATHETIC. No wonder I don’t deal with my immediate family any more.
This is my outgoing message to Tina and Tim -
Blood may be thicker than water. However, it is the water that we use to cleanse the blood from the gashing open wound.