I have an aunt who lives alone in Canada. She must be in her late 60s now.
She’s always been a well-dressed, well-groomed lady, with a small but tidy apartment, always clean and she’s always been healthy.
For one reason or the other, she’s becoming like The Eccentric Old Aunty in the Purple Dress as seen in movies. You know, she says inappropriate things, have unreasonable demands and then wonders (out-loud) why no one speaks to her anymore. Except that in movies, they always redeem themselves by being ultimately lovable, humorous, or have out-of-the-box quips on life.
Of late, she’s taken up to dressing like a teenager. Think bright green tops and denim skirts with frilly laces. Hmm.
She has little appetite and eats way too little. She has a doctor that prescribes her medications for we-have-no-idea what.
I feel bad for not having seen her in years. At the same time, selfish as it sounds, I think it’s about time I stop feeling bad for things I didn’t cause and couldn’t control.
Closer to home, a friend just told me yesterday that my family “is sucking the life out of me” and reiterates that I “NEED to move out”. I need to stop taking sole responsibility for what is the whole family’s problem. And that’s me being nice already.
Actually, that was quite a shocker. Have you ever had anyone tell you that you’re having the life sucked out of you? I need some life back please.