bottle of wine cracked.
Yup. She can't resist. No food. A beer or two. Most of one bottle of wine. Into the next. Getting into the SOS with me, again.
On and on.
Until I challenged her. Told her that it was a bit hard to believe that if the visit from my folks were to take place in Sept / Oct, that we wouldn't be going round and round the same stuff, different time.
Her attitude / history / view of her relationship with my mom woudn't be different....
etc, etc.
But, as soon as I suggested that HER attitudes and behaviors and feelings would be the same no matter the time frame, her focus changed...
back to the anxiety, severe -- that my dad may tumble down the stairs....
the preference for an in-law apartment being added on.....
No acknowledgement that much would be the same for her part.
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