Paper Cut Under My Nail

 Hello Everyone:

It’s been a fairly nice weekend. I had a sort of last minute invitation to Friday supper at a neighbor’s house and, of course Saturday lunch at Sis’s. Both meals were pleasant enough to make it enjoyable. I did actually appreciate sitting down with other people on Friday evening instead of dinner for one in my pajamas. Although, I’m definitely more comfortable in my pajamas. Anyway, I spent today with the emotional equivalent of a paper cut under my nail. Sis came by to drop off the death certificate so I could take of some business. Fine. I looked it over and it all seemed pretty straight forward except for one thing that bothered me, Sis was listed as the sole contact person. It’s like once again I’m being treated like I don’t exist. It’s like didn’t mum think that could deal with  that phone call we all dread?  That really bothered me the whole day. It’s like no matter how I did, it was like she didn’t acknowledge it. If she did notice, it was to complain about something, never once expressing even a small measure of gratitude. Instead, she lapped up all of sis’s crumbs, served on a cheap gold plated trash bin lid, like they were gifts from heaven. She chased after sis and her family, begging them to visit more frequently. They live close by and had no excuse. I think I’m more mad at the fact that I was cut out of the decision making for whatever reason. The fact that I wasn’t listed as a contact person is just one more example.