A Mother’s Letter of Clarity
Kelly and Jessica,
First I will address you, Kelly. You say that feel that you cannot handle things anymore. You feel responsible for me. You are not and I am not responsible for you! You are fifty seven years old. Moreover, moreover, I point out that I certainly DID NOT invite you to come back to live with me after separating from that female specimen that you married. You sold your house and moved back in. You did not even ask me if I wanted you back, you just moved in!
You live here rent free, it costs you not one penny. The only thing you do is buying groceries every weekend and going to Costco every two to three weeks, for which I reimburse you. You do your own laundry. I have a cleaning lady who cleans the house and a gardener who takes care of the landscaping. I cook two to three times a week. You do not take me out. Krishna and Shama help me out. Krishna happily drives me to my doctors appointment while Shama shops for me. You used to take me to Ola every six months or so to fix my teeth on a weekend. She very kindly offered me that favour, especially during 5he summers when she does not work on weekends. She did not have to, but she did. You objected to that, so I switched to your dentist, even though Ola has been my dear cousin and dentist since we arrived in this country some forty, something years ago and I feel very comfortable with her.
Since you moved back in, you have booby trapped me. You leave your stuff everywhere and I am in constant fear of tripping or falling over them. My once tidy house is not how it used to be. I cannot keep up with you. It makes me unhappy and feeling frustrated!
So please help me understand what exactly it is that you cannot handle? I would like to know. Is it that everything is provided for you? I am confused and at loss at that. If I invite Teal and you to dinner, you accept, but the other day when I finally found a doctor for my knee and told you that I have an appointment, you quickly said, “I’m not taking you! Take a taxi!” I was about to say that Shama was taking me. That kind of behavior makes me wonder why did I ever had children.
And you Jessica, you made sure to tell me that you will not financially support me! Did I ask you to, God forbid? Did you ever give me anything, except for a salad spinner many years ago for my birthday? I would rather kill myself than take anything from you! You do not even have a kind word to say to me. I am not a pauper and do not need nor will accept your charity.
Now the two of you have decided, without giving me the respect of asking my opinion, of putting your hands into my pocket and hire someone to ‘take care of me!’ When the time comes, I shall let you know! Until then leave me alone! I have no patience for your shenanigans. I want to live what years I have left on this earth in peace. I do not want to feel your anger and resentment.
God bless you both and my grandson, Teal.
I Love you and always will, that shall never change.
Mom