I've invited my parents over for dinner so many times over the years and they never make it. They've gone to my brother's house, to my sister's house and to every other relative's house but never here. This last time my mom said yes but she had to run it by my dad to make sure he didn't make plans and that she'd get back to me. Here I am, 2 days later and haven't heard a word back. I don't get it. I'm not a bitch. Our house isn't filthy or gross and when we do get together we get along. I'm always the one to make an effort, make the phone calls and try to keep in touch. I've always been the black sheep and usually I'm ok with it but every once in a while it slaps me in the face and hurts all over again. I can't be the only one to keep trying. I just can't.