Utter Shit

I just returned from my appointment with the therapist that is helping the mom sort out all of the brother bullshit. 1 hour and I am exhausted. I want to take a bath and go to bed.

And I cried. I swore I would not…but I did. They know how to get you don’t they?

“I have NO relationship with that child” I spit at the doctor, referring to my niece, the one who looked just like me for the first 2 years of her life.

“And you are disappointed, aren’t you?

Cue waterworks.

Anyway, what came from the whole thing is that we are stuck until the golden child can speak to Herr Doktor and he can find out what the brother really thinks of us all. Oh. I CANNOT wait!!

But my part is done. The therapist wants to find a way we can all get along and can communicate without hurting each other. His goal is to heal the family…and I am sorry to say, I am not sure that is what will happen (or is even possible after everything he has already said). The mom does not seem to want it. She just wants to be able to tolerate him enough to see the granchild(ren). And I am to the point where I do not even like him…so why bother? For some fake, surfacey relationship? Not my style.

My part is done. But I cannot wait to see what happens!!