A few years ago Mother got the thrilling news that her cousin Cookie’s daughter was getting married. When Cookie and Mother were young, they were dear friends, but time and circumstances had come between them. Now the wedding of a distant cousin’s daughter normally doesn’t make a widowed lady in her late seventies jump for joy, but Cousin Cookie was a moocher and she’d passed this dominant trait on to Barbie. As so often happens, Cousin Cookie’s demands had become a burden as affection between the two grew thinner. Mother dreaded her phone calls knowing there would be a polite question or two about her health before Cookie dropped the bomb telling her the least she could manage with this time. Mother dreaded the day Cookie called asking her to give her daughter Barbie a home at her death since Barbie had never had a job in her life. As Cousin Cookie’s health grew worse by the day, Mother chewed her nails, knowing Cookie would soon ask her to take Barbie to keep her off the street.
In her mid thirties, Barbie had never worked despite the fact that she had two degrees. She just couldn’t find a job that suited her. She didn’t want to work early hours, late hors, or weekends. She never really did find a job that suited her.
Miraculously, Barbie was getting married. She wanted Cousin Cookie to stay wth Mother for a week while she and Hubby went on their honeymoon. They’d be there Saturday afternoon to get her a week after the wedding. It was the longest week of Mother’s life. Cookie did nothing for herself. Mother cooked, helped her with self-care, not to mention, bought the medications Barbie “forgot” to bring.” Friday night Barbie called. Hubby had to work all weekend. Could Cookie stay another week? Mother was exhausted and furious, but agreed to another week. “They’d be there next Saturday for sure.”
The next Thursday night, Barbie called and spoke to Cookie, not Mother, Cookie told Mother, Barbie’s Hubby had blown a tire. They were running a little short on money. They wouldn’t be able to come for Cookie for two more weeks. They had made a point to avoid speaking to Mother. Clearly, Mother was to have a new housemate. Mother called me in tears. I asked, “What’s Barbie’s number?”
“”Barbie, I understand it’s not convenient for you to come get your mom. I’ll put your mom on the ten o’clock bus tonight. She’ll be at the bus station in your town at seven-thirty in the morning. You can pick her up before Hubby goes to work.”
“Oh no! Don’t do that! We’ll pick her up Saturday afternoon.”
“”Okay, but if you’re not here by four o’clock Saturday, I’ll put her on the five o’clock bus.”
They picked her up Saturday. I wouldn’t have been heartless enough to put a blind eighty-year-old diabetic lady on a bus for a five hour drive, but I would have driven her myself if they hadn’t shown up.
Way to set everyone up for success! Creative problem-solving at it’s best 😀 Happy Sunday.
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It’s amazing how much people can manage when they try. Barbie thought she was done with Mama.
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In our family we say euphemistically, “Barbie was confused” or “Barbie misjudged” or “Barbie underestimated” 😀
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Whatever works
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Exactly 😀
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Ha
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You’re right, “MOOCHERS.”
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Expert!
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Good solution! If I ever get in a rumble, I want you on my side.
(Really, two weeks to fix a blown tire?)
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Generous with ther estimate.
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Oh my word! Tsk. Tsk. Not nice. 😥
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Classic Barbie.
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😀 😀 😀 Classic.
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I can give her your address!
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Your poor mother. I would have sent her off on the bus too. I don’t have that much patience.
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Mother is way too nice for her own good. That’s never been a problem for me.
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Do families really do this to each other ? It’s a bit hard to get my head around this one. Well-written, as usual, just disturbing on some level. ☺ Van
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Absolutely.
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I found out many years after my mother’s breakdown that my dad had asked his only sister if she would raise we 3 girls..she had 2 of her own. She loved him, but refused. He worked things out on his own, as best he could. I can’t imagine how that would have worked out any other way.
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It seems like she would have taken you if she had a decent situation. I would have taken my siblin’s children. Barbie was 35, lazy, slept till 5. Every day, had about 30 cats, and refused to work or bathe.
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I found out recently from one of my cousins that money was tight for many years, they often skipped meals. My aunt did take us in every summer for a week or 2, it was a delightful break from the stress at home. ☺ She did what she could.
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That might explain it.
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Sometimes, you have to go the ‘tough love’ route.
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I’m good with that one!
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Sometimes relatives are a charge too much,,,in Spain we have a saying, tha’s the translation , though in my laguage it rymes; Transh and relatives, few and far away….Sometimes one must be cheeky.
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How about, “fish and visitors. After three days, both start to smell.”
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TTP big time here. I would have done something similar.
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What does TTP mean?
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Taking The Piss……….. I had ‘friends’
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K
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sorry for duplication!
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Taking The Piss………. I had ‘friends’ who took advantage once too often. 🙂
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Ok
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My father always says “if you reach out your little finger to help, be sure they will grab your complete arm”. Some people really think they are the center of the universe and we have to follow whatever they tell us.
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Good example.
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It’s a shame we can’t pick our relatives like we can pick our friends! (:
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Might make you want to be an orphan sometimes.
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so true!
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Ha!
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