Sometimes, it all gets a bit too much. This is a letter I wish I had the courage to write and send to my brother who has seen my dad 5 times in the last 18 months, despite living a 10 minute car journey away.
Dear M,
Thanks for the call 5 weeks ago, and the offer to try to do a little more to help with Dad, even though, as you pointed out, you are working full time. As you say, it's easy to get back from work, eat your tea, put your feet up and forget to call. I'm glad you rang Dad on Friday. I'm sure it wasn't with the intention of reminding him that it's your birthday next week, but nevertheless, we've sorted out your card, I'm to make sure I post it on time and he's got a cheque ready and waiting for when you call. No, he didn't get me a card or cheque for my birthday. Incidentally, he wasn't happy with the first choice of card I got for you on his behalf, it was a funny one, but he was worried about offending you, so I've bought another. He rushed through his lunch here today (and yesterday), wanting to get back to watch the football, and be in as he thinks you might ring or call, and he was worried he might not be in and you'd have a wasted journey. Don't worry if you can't make it or ring, he knows you go out on Saturday nights and sometimes have a lie in on Sundays. Don't worry about dad - I see him every night after work and he comes round for lunch every Saturday and Sunday. Do I sound like a martyr? I feel like one. Do I sound angry? I am.
Yours, C
There, I feel better now!
Yes, one does feel better letting it all out, even if the object isn't going to read it. Here’s a splendid example where the angry one expresses her contempt for her ENTIRE FAMILY.
Posted by: Tony | Sunday, April 02, 2006 at 02:19 PM
Oh wow - that makes mine look quite mild, and here was me thinking I'd overstepped the mark! Thanks for that.
Posted by: Cal | Sunday, April 02, 2006 at 04:06 PM
thanks for the comment on my blog.
Posted by: Ice_Princess | Sunday, April 02, 2006 at 05:52 PM