When I told my sister about my mother-in-law, her response was "uh oh." Nothing else. I had one person say they would be here for me. Yeah, right. I have a broken foot, yet I'm outside trying to deal with yardwork alone. I have several other health issues I am trying to get addressed by a doctor, who did not have an appointment available until late August. I have dragged my sick broken self to the store, around the house trying to take care of things and our two elderly dogs, and our housemate has not offered even once to help. When I said I was having a particularly bad day but need to drag myself to the store because I need dog food, his response was "Can you get me a loaf of bread?" I get that he doesn't drive, but he could have offered to go with and help.
My partner calls me "fiercely independent". As an unwanted child, I learned at an early age that no one was coming to save me, yet I am always the first person to offer help when someone needs it. The one person who did help me, my beloved oldest sister, died in 2018. I have helped too many people who have taken advantage of me and refused to help or flat out ghosted me when I needed something.
From here on out people can have "thoughts and prayers'. I'm done.
