When I call my parents as we agreed and they don’t answer, I already know my day is shot. This will be the third or fourth time in days where they call thinking I was coming over, or I show up as we discussed and they aren’t at home.
My dad calls from the club wondering where I am and I explained that they were supposed to wait at home until I called because I wasn’t sure what time we would be done at church. I tell him I will be there shortly. I go alone. I have to tell them that their inability to remember anything is really frustrating. I know I won’t have the courage to tell them how much it impacts me and my family in a negative way.
When I show up my mom says “This doesn’t happen with anyone else.” I pause and take a deep calming breath. I move my lips into a smile and tell her that can’t be true. She repeatedly brings this up and my resolve cracks. I have a list of recent examples regarding the plumber not showing up when she thought or needing a ride from bridge because her partner didn’t show up.
I can’t stop this argument. I’m really frustrated. They don’t understand and I feel like a horrible child. I need to take a break from my parents because there is nothing in me that is graceful or humorous today. Offended.