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And not about politics.
Several weeks ago, I had been checking out some of the celebrity deaths that happened this year, and ended up checking out an obituary for a friend that I hadn't talked with for some time. Turned out that she had passed away in February at the age of 47!
Every year, right around now, I think of death. It is, after all, the end of the year, and a sober time for some of us who have lost friends, family members or just don't have many people that are close to us. So I check out the obituaries.
My SIL, who has the tact of a stampeding herd of elephants, told me I need to stop looking at the obits, and cheer up. I'm "dwelling" on death, she said. She pissed me off--she does that quite a bit, and frankly, if it weren't for my brother, I would consider telling her to go to hell and stay there, because if she isn't being insensitive, she's being judgemental. NOT that she has a lot to be judgemental about--she grew up in the same neighborhood as my family did, and finds so much wrong with my family that I wonder what color glasses she's seeing her own family with.
As with most people, I really try hard to keep from saying something nasty, but sometimes the effort is too much for me. She was one day criticizing my "diet" and how I eat all this junk, and how many of my chronic conditions are caused by diet, including diabetes and heart disease. Well, the fact is, she has cancer, and I feel bad about that for her, but when you hear over and over and over again how she eats the right foods, exercises, etc., it becomes a little much.
So I finally said to her, "B, while I might have all these illnesses and a lousy diet, guess which one of us is likely to die first?" It didn't help. She just kept insulting my choices and raving about her own. She fails to understand that some things, including heart disease AND diabetes, is also inherited. And there is a very long list of family members with those conditions, and who died young as a result. And once she told me that my depression was just an attitude and that I needed to cheer up and get out of the rut I was in. Yeah, right. Bitch.
So yeah--I have no trouble staying away from family. She's in Vegas, I'm in Massachusetts. I know my bro's cell #, and both he and my nephew are on Facebook, so I can write to them directly until she decides to apologize. Enough of her shit!!
(PS: Yeah, I've bitched about her before, so some of this isn't new, but I hate the holidays, and now she's making me hate her as well.)
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