It's now officially 13 days since my most recent surgical procedures. I know everyone in the family knows because my mother knows, and well, we all know she is incapable of keeping her yapper shut.
Still, not even so much as a neutral text from my sister inquiring how I'm doing. No doubt this is in retaliation for not attending my niece's "graduation party" (graduation from elementary school).
As much as I maintain my own boundaries for my own sanity, it still manages to sting when my family just shows how incapable they are to show any measure of compassion for anyone other than themselves.
End Note: The only thing I've heard from my sister in the last nearing two months was a text telling me she was coming through my neck of the woods to head to CT for a business related thing, and perhaps we could get together for dinner or face time or whatever. Yet? No follow up text to let me know, "Hey it's not going to happen afterall." Well fuck you. You drive all this way and cannot even be bothered to pop in for a pit stop, piss break, a cup of tea, before continuing on your way back home? Fuck you.
