I absolutely lost it with Corporate Golden Boy on Friday night to the extent of calling him a f##king c%nt and blocking both him and my other brother - The Flake - on every channel, although CGB’s virtue signalling email crept through my fortress.
Both of them have repeatedly ignored my request to find their Power of Attorney paperwork. Apparently, according to CGB it’s just ‘a piece of paper’. I explained again that the loss of those ‘bits of paper’, because I have mine and lodged it with my mum’s GP surgery means that only one of us - me! - has POA in the eyes of the NHS meaning I will be forced to take life or death decisions for our mother.
My mum has had a series of bad falls for which I’ve taken her to hospital, including 12 hours in A&E on Easter Sunday, followed by six weeks staying with her to ensure a new routine of eating, hydrating and putting a care package into place. I asked GGB to ring her to check in on Friday because by speaking on the phone means you can pick up nuance. He emails her.
Then on Friday evening I couldn’t get hold of her, so I panicked. I rang him and he told me I was ‘overthinking’ several times. He told Mr Monkey that he was overthinking it. I fucking lost it.
And then I sent him an email about whether overthinking includes hospital trips, staying for six weeks, dealing with social services, putting care into place and many other elements of support I’ve given over the past three years since she’s got frailer. He has the audacity to ring mum to ‘grass me up’ and put his side of the story in first that evening. My mum rings me to see if I’m OK. No, I am not OK. I am sick of responsibility being heaped on my shoulders.
He then emails me on Saturday to recount the TEAMS call he and his daughters did with mum on Saturday AM. I’ve ignored it. It doesn’t deserve a reply.
I am now for the foreseeable future going NC with the siblings.
We’re - Mr Monkey and I - supposed to be meeting cousins from the USA and CGB and his family in his European city in 10 days time. I am not going to go out for dinner with them all and pretending everything is OK to protect his image.
I am also going to be incredibly busy with work in the last 2 weeks of June and I am leaving CGB and The Flake to sort out stuff for mum.
The only thing CGB and The Flake want to do in June is to have a family conference with mum to persuade her to stay in an isolated and dangerous house (inheritance) rather thsn what she wants to do - sell up, get a flat near us and get support.
The dickheads don’t actually see that my mum is an ADULT with agency and, actually, living near me means they can abdicate what little responsibility they take. Her living near me would mean that I don’t have to stay for six weeks or go over for weekends or travel for an hour and forty to get to her. But what do her wishes or being helpful matter to them?
I am DISGUSTED with them.