It's a tough spot to be in, but I feel that if I don't stand up to the a parents I will loose anything that is left of myself, not to mention self-respect. Manipulative, they have always wanted to control every move and thought. It is hard to stay firm.
The rumour now is that I am cold and heartless for not going to take care of them during their recovery. I have not called. But I don't understand why they are allowed to ignore my injuries and suffering in the past and why I must fly to the Queen Diva of Drama to comfort her now. She seems to think money entitles her that.
Not at the expense of my soul, Mother. So here's the last question. If you didn't want to know then and you couldn't comfort me for whatever your crazy half-assed reasoning was, why can't you find it in your heart now? I don't see how you can say you cared.
I searched my heart for compassion and can honestly say I felt nothing. There is no love, no caring, no connection. Just mountains of guilt and I hate her for that. No one has the right to use a person like that and try to force them into their own personal robot.