Last week, I wrote a post and it was about a local person who died and my mother wanted me to go to the funeral. But It was for a man, and I knew him but I wasn't friends with him. I'm going through a tremendous difficult time with so many things. Basically time off is so valuable when it comes to me. Basically my mother wanted me to go to the funeral for show towards his family. I knew what the funeral was going to be like. He hardly has any family left and to show up for and sympathise.
In the end my mother went on her own and I had some of the evening to myself. I certainly didn't enjoy my time because einess catching up with jobs. When she came home she told me what it was like and I was right. His siblings were too old to even attend his funeral.
This week has been another week of hell for me. The pressure that is inside my head is unreal, no one knows. This is from all the stress from every angle to me. Work was incredibly intense for me with another week or two to come. I live at home with an aging parent who is gone into an intense OCD mode with no clear plan or aim or sequencing to what she is doing and I think she is developing dementia. Then there is other stresses.
Basically another person died in the locality and again she wants me go and it's all to make a show for his family and to sympathise with his family.
However this person who died was a bad evil man who did the worst crime ever imaginable. He did time for it but it was never enough for what he did.
I don't care about sympathising to his family and if my mother wants me to sympathise it can be done online by signing the online condolences book.
It's just that time off for me is so valuable. I don't want my time to be taken up by going this needless crap.
My mother, she's being such a pain in the hole.
Here's another funeral and I just quiet simply don't care. Simple as that.