I'm still scheduled to go see my niece perform in her school play this evening. What's a tad surprising is that mom hasn't started dropping hints about going this evening. I suppose I should go and stop being so petulant. In other news, mom is now just milking her mystery stomach ailment for attention. She doesn't want to take the Imodium because that would be too simple. Instead, she'd rather feel miserable in hopes that I will show some compassion. I can be quite compassionate when the occasion calls for it but this is just ridiculous. I can't make her take the Imodium. What I can do is simply not play along with her latest round of "poor pitiful me." Too tiresome. Besides, I feel a little more compassionate if she actually took care of herself. I don't why I attract such people. The evil ex also liked to play the suffering martyr to avoid any responsibility for his actions and just get attention. Mom just likes the attention. Why me? I'm basically a nice person who can be empathetic but I do have my limits. Someone who repeatedly refuses help when it's offered to is not someone I can feel for. Mom keeps procrastinating about going to the doctor, yet decided she has some serious disease. Sis gave some medicine but mom refuses to take it because she's absolutely convinced that she'll be afflicted by all the side effects. Fine, you want play the suffer martyr, do it on your own time, not mine. The only thing I can do is just tune her out, which I, sis, and everyone else usually do. Thus giving her fuel for the games. Eventually, she'll tire herself out. Naw, it wouldn't be mom
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