How Have You Been

I have finally lost track of the days since my mom picked up the phone to call me. If I took a guess, I would say, 2013. 

Shortly after I left my first marriage, I moved into an apartment in Midtown Sacramento. I lived there for three 1/2 years; she visited one time. The other engagements I hosted, she declined... well, she didn't show up and my dad declined for her when he came alone.

I would have welcomed her over anytime, and I was excited to share with her the local dining and events that happened all around my home. 

I lived 30minutes from their house, a quick drive down 50 was all it took to get to my place. She made efforts all the time to see her sister who lived over an hours drive and it broke my heart listening to her telling me all about her shopping visit(s) with her sister. I was never in her circle; I so wanted to be part of her life.

People always tell me what I need to say or do in this situation but until they have lived in my shoes, there is no possible way to say or do anything for change. I secretly get mad as it seems their understanding is something that is easily mended. She is not a reasonable person and she does not care.

After listening to her stories about visiting her sister, I got enough courage to tell her I wanted her to call me and go shopping with me or do lunch. I started crying because it was hard for me to confront her for fear of retribution. She smirked, laughed, and said I was an awful child. I left it at that.