I'm so sorry, Looloo.

I stopped telling unBPD Didi or unNPD Ray anything about our pets - especially if they were ill or getting near the time to make that visit to the vet, because I knew I was going to be treated with utter indifference, and like I should just get over it and focus on more important things - like Didi and Ray.

I figured if they couldn't even feign emotion or *interest*, why say anything?

When you're better off talking to a wall than your own "mother" - that's not a relationship.

It also helped me when it came to *their* eldercare - and say NO to all of it, because they wouldn't *care* about how much they inconvenienced me, hurt me, drained us financially, and that we couldn't continually live in Fire Drill Mode - they'd just continue to want more and more and more, until there was nothing left to give, and STILL demand more!

I think the reaction to pet death is a *big* tell on how you'll be treated in the future, if you choose to accept any sort of caregiving duties: shut up, just do it, and *your parents are the only ones allowed to have feelings and opinions* - not YOU!
Use this information wisely and *please* stay out of the line of fire, when it comes to your mom.

All she'll do is try to hammer it into you even further that you aren't good enough - when you are MORE than good enough - and I'll one better that: she may never say it, but you ARE a GOOD DAUGHTER!
