M was traveling back northward today. She's to arrive tommorrow. Unpack and repack Friday to head to Myrtle Beach with her sister on Friday -- staying for a week.
I've tried really hard for the last few days to be affable and communicative. She remains aloof and troubled. Her choice. She crashed / freaked, not me.
Anyway, tonight after she got in to where she was stopped overnight, she called me from the bar / restaurant. It was tough to hear over all the noise. OK enough conversation overall. Until the last 30-45 minutes. We "talked" for 91. (mostly her prattling).
But, the alcohol, maybe pills? after she went to her room, caught up with her. She got kinda pissy about my sons vs her sons and her son's troubles.... and on and on.
It was strange, but all-too-familiar. She semi-slowly fell in to the depressive ego disintegration that she does at times. Went from friendly and engaged / engaging (sorta) to maudlin about our relationship.
I could barely say anything but that she would say I was pissed. I wasn't... stayed patient, this time. But, after her final vacation, "we need to talk..."
and, "I know you think it's ALL ME" etc, etc....
I finally got her off the phone with no real conflict. But.... yike. Tough to deal with this when she deteriorates like that.
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