How odd. My brothers died on September 5, 1989 and 1990.
Favorite brother who loved me a lot died 1989.
Creepy oldest half-brother who treated me like s**t died in 1990.
And I also empathize with you about your mother’s extremely bad
behavior of burying your precious kitty’s ashes and throwing out
her toy. I’m not sure how I would have handled that. Probably by
keeping my raging anger in check until they left.
After I was sure I wouldn’t shoot them, I would probably write a
well-though-out and gentle letter explaining that my things are
not theirs to throw away, no matter how dirty or dead they are.
I’m sorry about your brothers, TOL. I really am.
My mother didn’t realize what it was. She was missing me, and went through my apt to get it nice and pretty for me since I had been working for three weeks abroad in London. She had dusted, watered plants, got mail, etc.
She did the laundry I had in the laundry pail and was putting it away and just decided to throw it out, not realizing what it was.
She felt bad about it later.
I put the other cats toys in a small cardboard box and labeled it. Mom knows she can’t throw it out.
I’ve also tried to explain healthy adult boundaries to her. She knows now if I’m away not to move anything or throw out anything that isn’t garbage. She has in the past gotten rid of clothing she thought was out of style or I’ve outgrown and given to charity.
I’m a little on the pack rat side. Still drives my mother nuts. She and my dad are the opposite.