Don't get me wrong, I love my family. It's just that I can't deal with them for any length of time. My husband was so worried when my mother came down for my surgery. He was afraid that all she was going to do was her usual fuss, fuss, fuss. (I would use another word that starts with a "B" but there are youngesters here) But that is her normal way. It's gotten worse as she has gotten older. She seems so unhappy and I don't want to invite that into my life. We were pleasantly surprised that we really had a good visit. Only one fussing and that only lasted a minute. I even told my sister that it was the best visit we ever had.
My husband didn't know my younger sisters name for 6 months after we had been dating. I called her, "My sister the "B". I swear she has a split personality. Wonderfully pleasant one moment then looks like Regan from the Exorsist!! My neice, who my parents have raised since she was 11 is just as bad. Everything is about her. She is the center of her on pitiful little world.
My poor Dad has to live in that mess. No wonder he has a heart condition and high blood pressure.
