Day 2:
Thanks for your messages. We had the first major drama this morning. My mum turned up at my bed, half in tears, announcing that she wanted to go home early because of my attitude. I asked her to elaborate and she explained that she can't stand the way I'm speaking to DH, how I'm making him do ALL the housework (the phrase "poor poor husband" was used again) and that I'm not making her feel welcome. She feels like she's in the way. Also she cannot tolerate our level of tidy/untidyness because we have a flat inspection today.
Well, I told her that she knew before she came that I have been sick for ages and still am. That there is no entertainment program and that she is the one with the bad attitude.
For example: Last night, one of my half-sisters phoned me and I mentioned afterwards that due to other half-sisters birthday, my dad, their mum (he's divorced from her as well), my half-sisters and their bfs are going out for dinner. My mum had a hissy fit, going on about why our dad is taking them for dinner and why my sister wasn't hosting anything for them. Well, I said, we always go out for dinner at our bdays. She then went on how she wasn't invited when it was my turn. I said that it might have been because she refuses to speak a single word to my dad or be in the same room with him whereas my sisters' mum and him are still friends. She's just so jealous of anything that my sisters or his 2nd ex wife "get".
I also have a pic of my sisters as a desktop background which she spotted this morning. They are 16, 18 and 22 and beautiful girls. She looked at the picture and the only thing she had to say that she thought one of them had weird skin, something wrong with her pigments. Aehm, no there's nothing wrong with any of their skin.
To be honest, I haven't made much of an effort. I didn't cook last night. DH was late so I just made some frozen pizza but she knew I wasn't well and can't deal with food before I came. She could have offered to help out but a ll she did was take up 3/4 of the sofa and to top it of, she took my sick old cat's hot water bottle from her to use for herself.
Her saying she was going home early was just another one of her ways to feel sorry for herself.
I told her, that it's her problem if she can't stand having a flat inspection with our mess (the flat is spottlessly clean btw, it's just that we have piles of books lying about that don't fit into the shelves and the clotheshorse is in the living room. The letting agent doesn't care about that, they are here to ensure we don't trash the place, keep massive dogs etc...
I will no doubt be back at some point today to vent some more.