Sorry, this is going to be a long one. I have been trying to get my driver's license renewed. I knew everything they were asking for. They wanted my birth certificate. I was born in France to a military father (Air Force), in France. Father died at 36 in 1962, Mother passed in 9/19. ;'
I dug through everything in Mom's papers. No sign of a birth certificate, only thing there was military papers showing are living in France and Germany while Dad was stationed.
Not good enough for the DMV, contact the American embassy to contact France to get a certified copy of my birth from France.
Long story, not so short, called the sister and asked if she could look through any thing she had, as I had spent days going through paperwork. Lo and behold, she had it, the original birth certificate issued in France.
Why, I asked, well Mom thought you might lose it. WTF, it was me who oved Mom to a new home right around the corner from me. It was me who moved Mom into my home when she could no longer take care of herself, it was me who dealt with the onset of dementia. It was me who cooked 3 meals a day she asked for including dessert, breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was me who bathed her, cut her nails and hair and changed her diapers.
I was the youngest, the one who married her high school sweetheart, married to the day he died after five years on hard cancer care. G
All the while working full time, raising a teenage boy in high school, making sure he had all the attention he needed while in AP classes, band and varsity track.
Researching cancer care for his rare cancer. Getting us enrolled in trials across the country. Making travel arrangements, flights, hotels, car rentals. Getting oxygen set up to be delivered to our hotels. Going to to special training classes to learn how to take care of his lympedema, massage, wrapping to keep the swelling down.
Here I am, still the stupid one, not making my Mom spend money on a wedding for my sister that ended up in divorce after a year. After watching my sister go after my Boss at work when I said he was a wonderful person and that the girl who got him would be lucky.
After raising a son with a college degree, seeing him married and thriving while my nephew, who did not continue his education. Still living at home at 37, who has not had a serious relationship.
I am still stupid, I own my home, my son has no student loan debt, has a happy marriage that I stay out of. I only call if I need help. That is rare, I am currently have a roof repair done, have the trees trimmed or cut down, removing old land scaping. I am still the still the stupid one that can't take care of anything while the sis has a hubs that buys anything she wants, new cars, expensive bags, clothes and keeps a home worthy of a Princess. All of these things she would not have had unless I found her a really good man for a life partner.
I do not regret my life except for the ability for us to have more children. I just do not understand why my Mom thought so badly of my choices.
I dug through everything in Mom's papers. No sign of a birth certificate, only thing there was military papers showing are living in France and Germany while Dad was stationed.
Not good enough for the DMV, contact the American embassy to contact France to get a certified copy of my birth from France.
Long story, not so short, called the sister and asked if she could look through any thing she had, as I had spent days going through paperwork. Lo and behold, she had it, the original birth certificate issued in France.
Why, I asked, well Mom thought you might lose it. WTF, it was me who oved Mom to a new home right around the corner from me. It was me who moved Mom into my home when she could no longer take care of herself, it was me who dealt with the onset of dementia. It was me who cooked 3 meals a day she asked for including dessert, breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was me who bathed her, cut her nails and hair and changed her diapers.
I was the youngest, the one who married her high school sweetheart, married to the day he died after five years on hard cancer care. G
All the while working full time, raising a teenage boy in high school, making sure he had all the attention he needed while in AP classes, band and varsity track.
Researching cancer care for his rare cancer. Getting us enrolled in trials across the country. Making travel arrangements, flights, hotels, car rentals. Getting oxygen set up to be delivered to our hotels. Going to to special training classes to learn how to take care of his lympedema, massage, wrapping to keep the swelling down.
Here I am, still the stupid one, not making my Mom spend money on a wedding for my sister that ended up in divorce after a year. After watching my sister go after my Boss at work when I said he was a wonderful person and that the girl who got him would be lucky.
After raising a son with a college degree, seeing him married and thriving while my nephew, who did not continue his education. Still living at home at 37, who has not had a serious relationship.
I am still stupid, I own my home, my son has no student loan debt, has a happy marriage that I stay out of. I only call if I need help. That is rare, I am currently have a roof repair done, have the trees trimmed or cut down, removing old land scaping. I am still the still the stupid one that can't take care of anything while the sis has a hubs that buys anything she wants, new cars, expensive bags, clothes and keeps a home worthy of a Princess. All of these things she would not have had unless I found her a really good man for a life partner.
I do not regret my life except for the ability for us to have more children. I just do not understand why my Mom thought so badly of my choices.
