Today I feel miserable. I can't believe my mentor was so rude to me, I'm upset that she couldn't accept what I was telling her, or even pretend to accept.
I'm exhausted from getting phone calls from members of my family about the funeral on Friday. I'm now considered "old" enough to deal with their s*** but there's only so far I can prop up my aunts, mum and sister (who is consider "too young"), I feel I'm pushing myself further under the water to hold them above me able to breathe. But although they think I'm old enough to see them grieving, they won't tell me the whole story of why they're dreading the funeral.
"There's a back-story, a history that you aren't aware of. I can't face them all, but you can't know what happened, but it's going to be a long day and I need to you talk to everyone because I can't, I can't talk to any of the extended family because there's a history that you don't know, so you must hold this side of the family up, smile, talk to them all, tell them who you are and your memories, and explain that we're grieving, that it's too hard for us to be at the wake." Okay, fine, there's history, alright I can deal with that, and you may not want to talk to the cousins, that's fine, but why make me? I don't care that you can't tell me, just stop telling me you can't tell me anything, it's very annoying!
I'm worried that I'm not curious about this history, it's not a good sign for me. I'm usually obsessed with the family history, with hearing about it and researching further back than living memory. But the fact that I'm just sick of hearing about this ... controversy, that I'm not bugging them to find out what it is, I'm not curious at all, worries me. I think I'm not doing as well as I thought I was. C***.