My mother is going to have an invasive heart surgery next month. And I have heard her telling her friends about how her doctor grilled her hard over the fact that she lived with her heart problems without seeing a doctor about them for five years because she did not want anybody in her family to be a hypochondriac and because doctors are a waste of money in her opinion.
This b***h kept on telling me for years that mental health care was a luxurious privilege that I could easily live without if I were not a weak hypochondriac. She kept on telling me that going to doctors was a waste of money, even when my doctor sent me to the ER one time because I was vomiting blood. And now I find out that she is pathologically incapable of taking care of herself, and she still thinks she knows what is best for me. I knew she was not taking care of herself for a while, seeing how she still covered her Egg Mcmuffins with salt packets after she had a stroke. This just reaffirms what I already knew.
My mother's denial is literally killing her. And there is nothing I can do about it. And she gets angry when I express that I do not want to go down that same road myself, which is f*****g callous BS.
I mean, when I started eating a clean and healthy diet a couple of years ago, she was not happy about it. She was frustrated because she thought I was being selfish for not eating extremely unhealthy food when she served it to me.
So, I eat mostly healthy food, but I drown it down with bourbon, but I am going to cut out the alcohol because I see what she has turned herself into, and I cannot keep walking that same road.
This is frustrating. I do not like being around anybody who is destroying themselves and using the sheer forces of denial to condone the act of slow motion suicide.
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