Are Things Better?

I’m hoping that Sabrina’s invitation to lunch means that things between us are better. It was a little testy last night because she never received my reply message at noontime. The way we found out is that Jackie texted me last night and I mentioned lunch. She mentioned mom was confused because I never replied to her text. I texted Jackie that I did respond, and I decided to call Sabrina and tell her I did text her back: “I can show you where I texted you and I have no return message,” she said. This happens so often with Sabrina that it’s not even funny. I unfortunately bought into it, and said,”I can show you where I texted you 2 minutes after you texted. And then I talked to my sister.” Then she got a little testy saying, “I did text you . I can prove it.” I told her I believed her; that sometimes that happens. So I told her to let me know when she wanted to go and I would be ready. That calmed her down a bit, but there was some confusion going on at their house and so she had to go. I don’t know why there is always someone yelling at that house. It is always in chaos.

I do hope that all goes well, inshallah. I plan to say as little as possible and avoid all “iffy” topics. I don’t know if I’ll succeed but at least I will try. John probably told her to try to spend some time with me. With the girls, it’s hard to have a real conversation with her because they are usually fighting about something or interrupting. But we’ll work with what we’ve got.

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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