So my mom has AML M2( leukemia ) and is undergoing treatment. Recently her treatment put her in a position of great danger. She's spent the last month in Ann Arbor at the University of Michigan Hospital. This has put a huge strain on my family and is starting to greatly effect me in a direct sort of way. It would seem as though as of late, I am the go-to person for all things, making food, figuring out how to tie your shoes, taking children to school, ect. This isn't an issue until I feel I am being disrespected.
Example:
"Rodger you're a stupid fucking asshole."
5 minutes pass
"Rodger When are YOU making dinner?"
Rodgers reply: I make you dinner and you do the dishes?
"I do so much around this house and you don't do anything"
This sort of coddling they are expecting me to give them reminds me of a mother cat and her kittens, sucking away at the teat, draining the life force from the mother, until her power is so low she slinks away into the night to procure more energy from food/sex/drugs/political rallies/ect. I however am not a mother cat, I'm not even capable of being a mother, so you can see how this would put me into a predicament. You see, I can't run, that wouldn't be noble, and I can't stay around very long for fear of eating my kittens. So I am stuck, letting them suck off the proverbial teat until their true mother cat returns at which point I can scratch their eyes out with my whimsical words and truck on down the road in a fashion only Jim Morrison could understand.
And there you have it...
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