It's been kind of a crazy stressful week. I started writing a blog post that I will be publishing in the coming months, maybe years on the regular blog. I think the post got my emotions going and then a simple text this morning pushed everything over the edge. At first I was furious, now it is coming out as anger and bawling my eyes out. My husband asked if there was anything he could do, "Change my family!".
It was around a month ago that we found out that my grandpa has cancer. Honestly, I haven't been sad that he is dealing with this. I've been annoyed with my family for all rallying around him, yet when Grandma is sick they don't give a crap. It's been rought emotionally. Especially when Grandma calls and says Peter wants EVERYONE to come down for Thanksgiving for Dad. Really?!? I've spent the past 13 years telling grandma over and over again that we spend Thanksgiving with Brad's side of the family. The few exceptions have been 1) When Brad's family spends it in Vegas as well and 2) When Brad's parents were on their mission.
*Side note because I've never posted about them yet. There are 3 boys: Allen- the oldest, Peter- 2nd, my mom was 3rd and then Brent- 4th.
So now I'm supposed to go down to support HIM. Um, no. Even Brad agreed that we are NOT going down.
Today I get a text from Allen that grandma is sick and in the hospital, for like the 4th or 5th time this year. I can't keep track. Okay. not a huge deal, but the last sentence sent me through a loop! "Dr. says that she'll be better in a few days! She needs to be able to look after grandpa!"
Seriously? I mean, REALLY? Last year Grandma broke her hip and grandpa refused to help her and no one cared. There were several days after talking to her that I contemplated dropping everything I was doing to go down and help. Now it's the end of the world if Grandma can't take care of Grandpa! Ugggg. Seriously, I need a new family!
