Mom died a year ago. No one cooked for me, no one brought food. They helped a bit with clothes, books and other stuff.
Fundamentally I was hosting them and had to cook and serve and make big decisions. Not once was a meal offered. Not once was I told to just sit and relax and allow myself to be cared for.
The very day my mom died, the first friend to show up didn't even raise a finger and I had to cook for the both of us. She just talked about herself.
Then, no invitations over the holidays. Alone on Thanksgiving and Christmas. No one called or invited. My neighbours knew what happened, they couldn't be bothered to have me over for tea.
I am using this experience to remind myself why I want and need
to leave the west coast. I'm hoping to find a better place.