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I am sitting here so depressed. I have two adult daughters and five grandkids. My oldest daughter is a widow (her husband was killed in Afghanistan in 2005) with two kids. She is a professional photographer. She took a picture of my other daughter and her kids which I fell in love with and when I asked her if I could have one, she said the price is $80 (black and white, 8 x 10). Needless to say with my lowly wages as a transcriptionist I could not afford it. She has become miss high and mighty ever since Michael was killed. Everything is about her, her, her. She posted on Facebook one day that she went Christmas shopping that day and ended up buying everything for herself which included an I-pad, a fabulous pair of $200 boots, and a bunch of other stuff. I hate her being so conceited. Her and her significant other and her two kids go on a trip every Christmas. She never comes to our family dinners because she is too "busy." I saw my two grandkids once last year (they live 45 miles from me) and I had to make the effort to go see them.
My other daughter and her hubby have three kids. When I married my husband 4 years ago, I owned a home in the city where my two daughters lived and this daughter wanted to rent that house as they were living with his parents. I charged them $500 a month for rent with a house payment of $750 but thought it was worth it for my grandkids to have a back yard to play in and a much nicer neighborhood. Every January when they filed their tax returns they gave me $1000 to "make up" for the rent they had not paid since the previous January. Eventually, that house was repossessed by the bank and they had to move. I went to clean the house after they moved out and it was an absolute wreck. I called her because the garage was full of stuff and she said "anything in the garage can be pitched...I don't have room for it." We took 5 loads of toys and clothes to the Goodwill. The really sad part was that for the last 13 years each Easter I have given my grandkids a Longaberger basket and in the garage I found 10 of them! They are now with me and I am not sure I want to return them to my grandkids. And I am seriously conetemplating not giving them the baskets this year. My oldest daughter hasn't been to Easter for two years. My youngest daughter was at my family's Christmas this year two weeks before Christmas and after we ate and opened gifts, somehow they snuck out without saying goodbye or Merry Christmas to me. I didn't even know they had left until I went to look for them.
This year for Christmas I told my daughters that I wasn't going to buy the grandkids any gifts but instead, take them to an indoor water park w/o parents, just me, my husband, and the gkids for a weekend. They said they thought that would be great. Unfortunately, my oldest grandson broke his collarbone on Christmas day and he now cannot go for at least two months.
I am just so depressed over all of this. My oldest daughter even "unfriended" me on Facebook. I see her commenting on other family members posts.
I am not sure why my daughters have become the way they are. I truly miss seeing my grandkids and feel like I am there just for brithday and Christmas gifts. We do art shows on weekends in the summer. Two summers ago my oldest called and asked what weekend would work for us, we actually had the weekend of Em's birthday off, I told her that, but then she planned the party for the following weekend because teh parents of her deceased husband could not make it the actualy weekend of her birthday. Her excuse for not attending the family Easter dinner is because the parents of her deceased husband have Easter dinner the same day as we do (the dinners are about 1/2 mile apart) and three hours apart but ours is always earlier in the day and she says she doesn't want to upset her mother-in-laws feeling and not show up hungry.
I just feel like my grandkids are now growing up without me knowing them. We don't get invited to school activities, baseball and soccer games in the summer; just the birthday parties.
I apologize for the long vent but I just needed to get this off my shoulders.
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