Besides, I can’t do this on FB. It’ll just cause shit. You can read if you want, skip if you don’t. I’m not looking sympathy, I’m really just screaming at my in laws- where they can’t read it and where my husband can’t find it. My god, he’d be pissed!
Apparently I’m supposed to feel sorry for my brother in law and his wife because they have two children under 4 & can’t raise them alone. My mother in law has been forced to relocate, internationally, to help raise them & my husband has been told that we aren’t there enough for them.
So, no, I’m not in the slightest bit sympathetic to their cause. I really should be asking, where were you in 2010? Where was the support you offered you brother when I was in and out of hospital for 6 months? Where every morning, that i wasn’t admitted, he dropped me to the hospital at 7am. Returned home and got our son ready for school and then went to work himself before doing the return trip by 3:30 in time to get our son, then back the opposite way to get me.
Where were they after all the operations? Cooking for my husband? No.
Where were they when I was under going immune therapy this year? Where was the offer of support after my 6th biopsy in 12 weeks?
2011, where were they? When again I was in and out, biopsies every second week. Being pounded with methylpred. Just knowing the shitty effect it’s having on my bones.
Where was the help when I was on dialysis? The support when it was failing and my fistula hasn’t cured enough to be used? Each day a struggle between diet and meds to cope with the increasing levels of urea and creatinine in my system. The daily ritual of eating and vomiting. The 10kg weight loss in 2 months.
2003, where was any of his family when our son was born. Where was the live in grandma when we survived on one wage, one car. The drive from Richmond to Westmead for dialysis. Dropping H off at the station to go to work while I sat in a bed for the next 4 hours, being dialysed with my new born being cared for by the nurses. The months before, where were they when the Dr walked out and told their brother to say goodbye to his wife because she wouldn’t survive.
Where were they when he was stuck with my family. People he barely knew. People who we’re just as scared as him and trying to cling to a little baby. Where was their support when he needed them because I couldn’t be there.
I’ve watched them spend $1000’s on crap when they owed us 1000’s. when the lived with us rent free 2x and couldn’t even be bothered paying for food. What they did buy, they kept hidden and to themselves.
People piss me the fuck off. We have a nice house and car because we worked for it. I worked full time when I should’ve been on disability. During the period when my creatinine was so high that the smell of meat was enough to induce vomiting. Oh yeah, they were living off us, not working.
I hate family.
I feel so much better now though. Love your ears!
