Families. Who’d have ‘em?
My sister and her fella are going through a rough time right now, so rough that he’s left (it’s not quite catagorical, yet) stating that he’s tired of coming home and tidying, he doesn’t like her anymore, and other such things. Thing is, if he leaves, she’s really up shit creek, without a paddle, and in a paper boat. They rent privately, away from her closest family, she has two children and obviously no job.
So, the missus asked her if she’d like to come here for a few days, to get away and clear the air a bit between the two of them, a bit of reflection and so forth, so she packed the kids up and came down promptly.
Now the thing is, I can see just from a few hours why he feels the way he does. Okay, so she’s been unwell lately and unable to do as much around the house as she could, but that’s really no excuse. From about half an hour after she got here, enough time to put any belongings where they needed to be, till it was nearly time for bed, she simply sat on the sofa talking to people on Facebook while I looked after my nephew and neice.
Cat and myself have had times where we’ve not communicated, we’re still not sharing fully but we’re vastly improved, and this is what’s been going on there too. Add to that my sister not looking after the house tidily, while he’s working long hours by the way (who needs to come home and do everything?), then you’ve got a certain recipe for disaster.
Tomorrow I shall see if she’s improved at all, and if she doesn’t pay attention to her kids, or anything else for that matter, throughout the day, then I guess I’ll just have to tell her what’s fucking what. Such a pleasure that’ll be…
