Or who complain about people not making an effort to be in our lives...and don't notice the ones who were there quietly slipping away because WE didn't make an effort.
And worse, it was with my daughter, who has some health issues and an almost-4-year-old, but who has made more effort and time for me than I have over the last little while.
It hurts them. Especially if they are the ones who have given us unconditional support and we put them off like an unpleasant task because our bad day is priority...and they are the ones who always give us consideration on our bad days.
People are not things to put off.
We think we know that...Of course they're important to
And instead of justifying it with an "I've been miserable and depressed for the last 3 months," I agreed that I was an inconsiderate b**** and had been a lousy mom and grandma...because I was.
No amount of being sick and depressed excuses it.
Luckily, nothing happened during that time that makes reconciliation impossible.
Luckily, I can see what a jerk I was to the people around me...the ones who care most. I can see that I adopted the "It's okay because I'm sick" mindset that I've always despised in others...and I can admit it to myself and those who I care about.
Luckily, I have people who will tell me when I am one, because they are what keeps me real.