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I ordered Shanna a “fancy” dress for my sisters wedding on Etsy, and almost 3 weeks later it still hasn’t shipped! I made sure I ordered it in the time frame estimated for shipping so I would have it in time and the seller's communication has been lacking to say the least. Also, I am PMSing. Feeling pissy!!

B0L wont allow me to respond to comments, I'm editing to add some info. I've been disabled since age 27, while pregnant with my daughter, and looking into assisted living now, as It's become increasingly difficult to live independently. My question to her [my daughter] was, if I were to move to an assisted living facility near her, would she visit, as she's living in another state 8 hours away. I lost my parents when I was 28 and 35, and was the sole carer for both of them as I wasn't working and my sister was. I wasn't asking her for anything other than visits. I'm not expecting to live past another 20 years. I just got rid of a 'roommate' that moved in to provide help for me, and it ended up in a domestic violence situation, which she's [my daughter] well aware of. Which is why the 'get a roommate' was so hurtful. Yes, we have a strained relationship as my ex husband absconded with her to another state when she was 6, because i was disabled, and it took some time to get him to court. At this point in time, if I were to pass in my home, I don't think I'd be found until the smell became noticeable. And, to those that laughed.
I know many are dealing with aging parents, but what if we're the aging parents? I'm trying to have a serious conversation with my daughter about my aging and my future needs, and she thinks I'm trying to manipulate her by asking these questions. She point blank told me she couldn't deal with it and suggested I get a roommate.

My dad grew up in a small town, rural community. In the 1940s, he was about 10 or 12 years old and was walking with his mother to his sister’s house for dinner. She was much older and was married and had her own home. To get to her house, they had to walk down a road lined with trees. There were no houses on that section of the road, and since it was late fall, it was already getting dark. My dad said that they suddenly heard the clip clop of a running horse, and it sounded like it was running towards them, but they saw nothing. It kept getting closer, until it seemed like it was right in front of them, and they turned and started to run. The sounds seemed to slow, as if it didn’t want to run them over, but they could smell the animal and feel it’s breath, but still saw nothing. They arrived back home, and the phantom horse was suddenly gone. My dad believed that the horse was the spirit of his own beloved horse that had died a few months before. He thought that it was possibly protecting them from some danger that would befall them if they had continued down that road.