I'm very close to slapping him. He's 88, MIL is 86, suffering dementia and is in memory care. He lives 5 houses up the street, and "we" decided to feed him breakfast and dinner. I don't mind feeding him, but I do mind when he brings his tent and camps. According to him, "I need the social interaction." My thoughts? "Well, go cut my grass."
But the thing that burns me, is that lazy blankety blank, will come into my kitchen, sit at the counter, and wait for his coffee and cream to be brought to him. Mind you, he walks right past the coffee pot. I'll be $%^&^& if I'm getting him his coffee. Wife and her brother have put up with this crap all their lives. Legendary story - first Sunday dinner dating my future wife. he would not get up to grab a fork. The fork was 10' away. He finally yelled at my mil "I need a fork." Yes, he's the youngest of 7, but ffs.
Looking real hard at renting a basement apartment. This all started when I "retired." Now he wants me to come up and fix stuff around the house that he's too lazy to try himself. Yeah, I'm getting bitter.
But the thing that burns me, is that lazy blankety blank, will come into my kitchen, sit at the counter, and wait for his coffee and cream to be brought to him. Mind you, he walks right past the coffee pot. I'll be $%^&^& if I'm getting him his coffee. Wife and her brother have put up with this crap all their lives. Legendary story - first Sunday dinner dating my future wife. he would not get up to grab a fork. The fork was 10' away. He finally yelled at my mil "I need a fork." Yes, he's the youngest of 7, but ffs.
Looking real hard at renting a basement apartment. This all started when I "retired." Now he wants me to come up and fix stuff around the house that he's too lazy to try himself. Yeah, I'm getting bitter.
