I is angry. I don't get angry often. Today R journeyed down to the Bellarine to be a substitute father for Little Jo. It was her kindergarten Father's Day thing. Dads or male family friend were welcome. It was a huge effort by R, but he did it and enjoyed it. (of course Sister lives somewhere nice, where things are inclusive, and the child's mother's brother's partner is quite accepted as uncle)
But Sister, who he was not supposed to see, was home when R dropped Little Jo back home. Sister had some issues at her work place and left work early. She was clearly, by R's recount, very annoyed about what happened at work.
Yet Sister took it out on R and was quite rude to him. She was in a thoroughly bad mood. I am angry because Sister thinks of R as family. R is not family. He does what he does for our family with good grace and not out of obligation. I've told her he is sensitive, yet did she hear?
I so want to send her a blunt sms to tell her to show more respect for and to R. But while Sister is so outgoing, friendly, charming and interesting, she is somewhat frail. I may have the opportunity to slip something in at some point, but I won't press the point that R felt unwelcome at Sister's and that his effort for Little Jo seemed unappreciated.
At least her footy team won tonight, so the long suffering Bone Doctor might not be on the end of a savaging.