Before this past year’s
inevitable aging-parents health crises, we hadn’t really been in the house for
years. My mother refused to let us in. We weren’t invited home. If we were in
the area for other reasons and attempted to see the two of them, we had to meet
at a restaurant. This year I’ve been to the hometown (and in the house) every
month, and I will go again at the end of this one. It’s expensive, because we
have no place to stay.
Wow. I'm kind of speechless after reading these posts.
ReplyDeleteI haven't been in my sister's apartment in 7 years. Nor has my mother been allowed in. My younger sister has been in, but is tight lipped about it. Anytime I want to meet, we meet at my place, a public place, or seriously in her backyard to exchange a key or something like that.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds very familiar.
DeleteI just feel the huge burden of this. Both on your mother, because she is clearly ashamed if she refuses to let you in. And for you, because you're helpless against it. And once again paying the cost - in more ways than just the literal.
ReplyDeleteYes. I keep working on it—and I thank you blog friends for indulging my current whine, as it is something I almost never talk about.
DeleteWhat a terrible load for you and your sister to shoulder.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry, IB.
ReplyDeleteWow. I have a feeling this is not as uncommon as it might sound. A friend experienced this with her in-laws' house--so jammed with junk that none of the adult children want to tackle it. And so it sits.
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