I confess, dear reader, that this evening I’ve had a moment of incredible anger! Nay, fury!
My ‘darling’ elder sibling has just fired a second missile! A wish to know if “I’d thought any further about what I’m expecting from our Joint Agreement” – which I wrote about the other day.
This time he used the email approach, sent to me and our other brother! Clearly designed to up the level of pressure a notch or two!
I have replied to this email – referencing our Agreement and have left it at that. But the rage I felt was quite extraordinary!
I then started to sail off down a “Why do I have to deal with these things on my own? Why isn’t Alex here supporting me?” type road! Things like broken stuff and getting things mended don’t bother me one iota – I sort these things out in my job! It’s the emotional support I need. And I decided I needed it this evening!
I AM IN NEED OF EMOTIONAL SUPPORT
Then I remembered a story I was told the other day. This friend said her parents used to argue and fight like crazy and she remembered one occasion when her parents were in mid-fight. Her father picked up a vase to throw it at her mum.
“Not that one” she yelled “It was a wedding present”.
This stopped the fight in its tracks and they both ended up collapsed with giggles and hugging!
Pattern interrupts are good!! And just writing this has shifted my mood!
After all my dear sibling can’t help it if he’s decided to wreck his marriage, is rattling round in his over-large house, can’t bear to part with his money and is feeling lonely. He needs to love himself and be happy in his own skin before he has any hope of liking me!!
Perhaps I should lob a precious piece of inheritance at this head!! The thing is I don’t think he’d laugh!!
But I might!!!