I have been struggling with something, anemia, fatigue, depression, sleep apnea, nobody can tell me, for about 2 years now and my DD, 16, knows it; though I try not to talk about because it's boring and she can't do anything anyway. Today I came home from seeing the umptheenth doctor, feeling encouraged that he is actually going to sort me out. I told her I'd seen "Dr Millionaire" as I call him (he's v. expensive but has a good reputation). Doesn't even respond, then, as she opens up Facebook, "what?". I repeat, then get "yeah and?" in a distracted snotty tone. I responded "yeah and, I'm gonna drop dead!" Immature, I know, I know, but would a tiny shred of interest or sympathy be too much to ask for? I apologized but said she had really hurt my feelings. We spent the weekend shopping for her upcoming school trip and organizing for when we host a girl from the country she's visiting. I know my health is so much less interesting than that, or anything on Facebook or Twitter, but am I not a person too? I sometimes feel like nothing more than a maid and a cashpoint.
I then reminded her that she still hadn't done her ONE chore - emptying the dishwasher so that I could start dinner. She slammed her way through that task and is now in her room with the door slammed and locked.
So am I the world's biggest beotch?