Jilted

Jilted is a word I carry with me from the fifties.  A boy friend who jilted me.  A girl friend who jilted me.  A horrible feeling word.

But, tonight I felt jilted by my family. 

Clay and I visited Truett this morning.  Clay drove in blinding thunderstorms toward Gainesville Health Center.  I urged him to slow down because of the slick roads.  "I'ts okay, Mom.  Trust me."  But I was a nervous nilly the whole way down.

We visited Truett for a short while.  I cannot take the "Please take me home!"  or the threats,  "Just wait until I get home."  He is miserable at the nursing home and I 'm miserable at the nursing home.    Truett doesn't understand why he is there; but Clay promises him he will come home in a couple of weeks.

The nurse tried to explain to Truett that he has to get better. He has to do rehab.  He has to learn to start taking care of himself, because I can't do it anymore.

Clay and I didn't stay long at Gainesville Health Center.  We came on home because my brother, Steve, his wife, Alice, and Alice's Mom, Rebecca, were coming to visit.  What a wonderful visit that was.

I called Clay on his cell phone, but couldn't reach him.  I called him numerous times to visit Uncle Steve.    Jilt #1.  My brother drove from Nashville and Clay was not around.  Cell phone wouldn't answer.

After Steve and his family left, Mom and I watched TV.  The usual:  Funniest Home Videos and then NCIS.

Jilted once again.  Mom said she was going to the bathroom and she never returned.  "Mom, I thought you were coming back!"

"I thought you were asleep," she said.

"Mom, I had the controller!"

Somehow, jilted, fits my day.

Too bad.  So sad.

Guess I need a big old hug from virtual friends!