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Caring too much

I had a chat with mum late last night and Claire (my sister) this morning.

Long complex story staring Pauline (a drunk distant cousin, with no other family), and featuring the Police, the Paramedics, the Firemen, two assorted neighbours, my Great Aunt Moe, 4 litres of vodka (with white lightning cider as mixer), a bin bag of wee soaked clothes, my parents and co-staring a bath tub.

I ended up shouting at my mum. I actually used words like fuck and fucking in the conversation. The real shock was mum did not pull me up on them, so she must have deep down felt they were justified.

Mum actually talked about getting Pauline's car fixed, taxed, insured and MOTed next month. A drunk shouldn't have a car! Mum paid her insurance MOT, tax, etc. last year out of here own pocket as she found out Pauline had been driving without anything for months.

My mum had phoned to apologised that my card would be late, she had spend all day involved in her part of the story (about 5am to 11pm) so had not got to the post office with it.

The talk with Claire was good but not very up beat. Claire has just told mum that she no longer wishes to hear about Pauline and advised mum to have nothing more to do with cleaning up Pauline's mess. (Sometimes literally - yes THAT drunk!)

I just feel so sorry for mum, this is not what she should be spending her retirement doing. She has already looked after Granny (emphysema), Grandpa (lung cancer), and is current looking after Great Aunt Moe (M.S., hard of hearing) and Great Uncle Roy (ileostomy, kidney disease, heart disease, very deaf). She does not need Pauline as well. They had got her into a care home but she left as she wanted drink.

Oh well. I had a couple of biscuits, a few chocolates and half a packed of crisps for breakfast. And some coffee. This did not really help but passed the time.

I have bought an egg sandwich for lunch from the van that comes round work.


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Dec. 15th, 2004 04:10 am (UTC)
Oh and Happy Birthday!

Today will get better.
Dec. 15th, 2004 04:10 am (UTC)
My 5 pence worth...
My inclination would be to join with your sister and declare your lives (and your parents' lives) a Pauline free zone. Your mum has done more than she should ever have to to try and make Pauline's life easier but Pauline appears to be an ungrateful so and so who takes advantage of your mum's good nature and needs a kick up the behind (not literally of course) to make her see that she is making lots of people's lives very miserable.

Hope the rest of your day improves dramatically.
Dec. 15th, 2004 05:04 am (UTC)
They shouldn't have to deal with this. I don't know all the ins and outs of support agencies but they should be dealing with this. My Mum might have some ideas, though most of her knowledge is mainland UK. Do you want me to ask her?
Dec. 15th, 2004 05:05 am (UTC)
*checks date*

And Happy Birthday for later when things will get more fun.
Dec. 15th, 2004 05:19 am (UTC)
Thanks. And thanks for the offer.

I will leave it a couple of days and see what has come out of the latest incident. At least she is in hospital now for the moment. She was suppose to be going to an appointment at the liver clinic today (mum was going to drive her there!) that I guess she will miss it. She would basically need a transplant and is suppose to have stopped drinking. Perhaps they will put here somewhere she cannot leave. At least over Xmas so there is no danger of her turning up at Aunty Moe's house.
Dec. 15th, 2004 07:58 am (UTC)
I hope this gets a good resolution...

...and for when today does get better, Happy Birthday from Japan!
Dec. 15th, 2004 09:54 am (UTC)
What a day!
Hope it did get better - Happy happy birthday anyway, and hope it resolves in as good a way as possiblexx
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