She makes me crazy.
I try, I am not sure why. She continues to hurt me again and again.
She once again forgot my youngest kiddos birthday. She will declare she is “the best grandma,” yet she forgets their birthday.
She has forgotten my older son’s birthday too…and I am sure she will this year too.
I didn’t even say anything this time. I don’t want to hear her excuses.
She has never forgotten any other grandkid except my 2 boys.
I have to assume it is because they joined us through adoption, and so somehow they don’t register with her the same. She can deny it…but her actions speak louder than her words.
Similarly, all 3 of my kids get little recognition from another set of grandparents. They at least remember…but a card with a dollar, or a stick of gum (yes…they have been known to put a single stick of gum in the card), isn’t quite what the other grandkids get on their birthdays.
I guess it is just hurtful. I am glad my kids haven’t realized how shitty the situation is yet…but I won’t make excuses when they do.
Sometimes people exhaust me. Truly. I wish I didn’t let them hurt me, but they do.