She’s not trying. You know that party? Well, yesterday morning, she said she was going. This morning she tells me she didn’t go.
Then she gets pissed off at me because I’m showing concern for her wellbeing. Well, fine, then. No more showing concern. It doesn’t help and if she wants to just sit there on her pity pot and feel worse and worse about her life, then fine.
I’m not going to call her tomorrow. Because to do so, would show that I care, that I’m concerned. And heavens, we can’t have that now, can we?
I also told her how rotten it was to find out that she’s been lying to me for so long. She didn’t care a bit.
I’m still going to take her to the doctor. She has it in her head that the doctor will agree with her that it’s okay for a woman her age to just sit there and starve to death if that’s what she wants to do. Yeah, okay, mom, we’ll see what the doctor has to say. And she says to me “and this time, I’m not going to lie”. Yeah, lying is so ingrained in her at this point, good luck with that.
Argh. I wish I didn’t care. Life would be so much easier if I didn’t care.