I don’t expect everyone to walk on eggshells around me. I certainly don’t expect any preferential treatment. In fact, I like to be treated like a regular girl with regular problems like everyone else. I hate the sad head tilts I used to get when running into an acquaintance at the store or the shoulder rub as they ask in slow motion, howwwww arrrrre youuuuuu. I definitely do appreciate not having anyone fuss over me.. But.. and there is always a but…There are situations that just need to get filed under the insensitive column in the widow rolodex in my head. Prime example:
I speak to my mother weekly. Sometimes more depending on what’s going on. She lives in Florida where all Jews go when they turn 65. Its the law. My mom just turned 65 and actually moved to the lovely state about five years ago. She quickly became very old for her age. The things she does, her activities, her hobbies and her conversations, …suddenly seem more in line with my 85 year old grandmother instead of the vibrant, active woman she was. Note to self, stay working, active and have a purpose in life for as long as possible or I will become just like my mother. This may be inevitable.
Usually we talk about the new restaurant she tried and how she sent back her meal or better yet, complained to the manager after she ate the entire meal. So, my mother’s new thing is to call me every week and tell me about all off her friends’ ailments. Oh, did I tell you that my friend barbara has cataracts? And my friend shiela has something going on with her liver. They are doing tests. I sympathize and patiently listen to the ailment du-jour and am thankful that my mom herself is physically (not mentally) healthy and doing well. I always respond with how awful that is and I hope her friend gets better soon. But the ailment part of the conversation has now evolved into the “guess who died” conversation. Oh, did I tell you that cousin Marty’s ex-sister in-law died… cancer. I sympathize even though I don’t know who this person was and don’t really know who cousin Marty is either.
Today, I left our conversation with a little side of guilt. My mother called and gets right to the point. Not, a hello honey how are you, just right into a monologue… So, I get a call from my friend Rita. Her daughter Veronica was married for twenty years, two kids and they weren’t getting along for years…years! Veronica finally asked for the divorce and the husband begged her to try and work things out but she had her mind made up. she went to the lawyer and started filing the paperwork for the divorce.To make a long story short (this is short?) I am rolling my eyes as I make another cup of coffee and pretend to be interested. She continued, The other day, Veronica pulled into her driveway with the kids in the car and the husband was hanging from the ceiling in the garage. I was pacing around my kitchen until I finally snapped. Enough! Mom! don’t you ever call with good news? I mean, I don’t have any idea who your friend Sheila is and I certainly don’t know who her daughter or ex-son in law is and even though this is awful and a terrible tragedy, I don’t need to hear about it at 830 in the morning! I don’t want to hear about this one’s liver and that one’s cancer and I don’t want to hear about this person you know from the club who dropped dead of a heart attack at the tennis courts. Enough!!!! Oh..she said, I can’t say anything, Fine, I won’t talk. I won’t say a thing.Fine. As we hung up, I knew this wouldn’t be the last I hear of this. UGH!
Ok, I know I was a bit harsh on mom today but I’ve tried so many times to tell her gently that it is upsetting to hear all about other peoples illnesses and deaths. Maybe she just doesn’t get that just because I look and sound happy, I am still grieving. I may never be totally whole again and talking about death every week with her is making me lose my mind.
Maybe she will get the hint and we can go back to talking about her piece of salmon that had no flavor so she complained and got a free dessert. Ahhh, those were the days.