Okay, not only was I pre-occupied with Sissy's first dental appointment, I was/am in the midst of a money transfer from one account to another.
I am very antsy about money issues. It's not much, but I wanted to be sure that a sum of money left our checking account and arrived at a new money market account. This transaction took several days - verification issues and whatnot. I think I will be satisfied today when I check both accounts to make sure my wishes are carried out. It's never a good thing to be footloose and fancy free when it comes to finances, especially in this day and age.
I've often said here, "You can give me a million dollars or a nickel - either way, I'm going to fret about it."
And, now, I'm going to try to explain the major issue in my life.
I feel like crying when I think on it.
I was adopted as an infant - 2 months old and my parents were great (they are both deceased now, and I miss them both so much). After they passed away, I have been reunited with my biological mother. You will hear me reference my parents here (the people who raised me) and my bio mom on different occasions. I want to make that distinction.
Not that I don't love my bio mom - I totally do! - but, it's more of a wonderful reconnection of a friendship, you know?
Anyway, my parents adopted another child when I was 3 and a half - my brother. He is not my biological brother. He is adopted, same as me, into the same family.
This is getting harder.
Fast forward 30+ years. Our parents die within 14 months of each other. I was the only child who took care of our mother in her last days. He and his wife visited her only once towards the end, while I was by her side at LEAST twice a day. In a HIGH RISK pregnancy, no less.
I took care of all the estate settling for both of them, I took care of the home repairs for what needed done, I took care of everything. I even took out a home equity loan on our own home to make repairs to theirs to be sold.
My brother? Sent me a bad check.
Did not do shit.
His wife is an evil wicked weeble-wobble. I'm sure she was mad with glee when the inheritance check hit their mailbox.
I'm tired of being let down by people I should be able to count on. I refuse to take a person to raise who cannot support himself, even though he and his wife have plenty of income. I wish them well, but I wished them good-bye a few weeks ago.
He tried to make amends (again) and I had nothing to do with it. I wrote them off. I'm sure he will make ME out as the bad guy to his In-Laws (they are complete douches).
Let's say it this way: Had we not been raised together, he (or his wife) are not people I would choose to befriend outside of our raising. I feel like a weight is gone!
I even told the dentist the other day, "We have no other family for contact information." and it felt GREAT, but a bit sad.
There is more to all that, but I feel better with the separation.