TerryJ2
Well-Known Member
I have been dealing with-my very, very, very, very, very (did I say VERY?) needy 81-yr-old cousin, whom I flew in from NYC last wk and placed in a convalescent/rehab center
(I'll save that story for another day, incl. the cat and security), and knew, intellectually, how hard it would be to deal with-difficult child AND her. She is a former actress and is her own worst enemy. No one knows how much pain she's really in, despite a broken coccyx which should have healed by now, a broken hip, which was repaired 2 yrs ago, and a compression fracture between L2 and L3. She is addicted to oxycontin, by the way. Her conversational mainstay is: "In NY, they never let you go with-o pain medications." (Oh, yeah?) and "Run down the hall and ask the nurse if she has my pain medications." (Every 4 min. ... the dr said I was enabling her.)
She needs rehab. She needs to learn to walk again.
I need a nap. (In fact, I took one today, instead of visiting her again as I had promised her. She'll be ticked but the world did not end.)
A different cousin called and invited me to a MaryKay mtng (I buy and use it but am NOT a sales person NOR an extrovert, so I opted out of being a consultant many yrs ago) and she asked me to be her model. I had mixed feelings--one more thing to do. A favor for someone else. But She's fun, it's close to home, it's only an hr-and-a-half, blah blah blah.
I went. It was fun and relaxing. I looked great when I left. They did the hard sell and I didn't worry in the least; I had already placed an order the day b4, by coincidence, for eye makeup remover, etc, and simply added a cpl things to the list and didn't even hand it in. No pressure.
I drive home, walk in the door. Kitchen and DR are a mess.
husband and difficult child are upstairs in our bed, in the dark, watching a laptop DVD. I walk in, hoping to show them my supposedly gorgeous face.
"Hi!"
difficult child doesn't miss a beat: "GO AWAY."
I am slammed to the ground.
Why do I let that happen?
I thought I was above that.
#^*^%%&!%^***!!!!!#*!
The good news is, it incentivized me to do a search of cities in VA where I want to move. We have lived in an area that is conducive to husband's career but not mine. He came up with-the idea of moving to another area that is more conducive to my expertise, and opening a 2nd location for himself.
Of course, he's all talk and no action ... so I did a Google search and found a great private spec. needs school and tons of artists and writers.
When life gives you lemons ... (not to mention a P-O'd adrenaline rush) ...
I'm planning on securing a Realtor within the next 6 mo's, assuming the real estate mkt picks up, and moving within a yr.
Fingers crossed!
No more getting kicked out of my own bed and getting dissed by a difficult child with-an attitude and a husband who won't or can't stick up for me.
P.S. If my cousin lives that long, it will be a miracle. I'll deal with-moving her if and when the time comes.
(I'll save that story for another day, incl. the cat and security), and knew, intellectually, how hard it would be to deal with-difficult child AND her. She is a former actress and is her own worst enemy. No one knows how much pain she's really in, despite a broken coccyx which should have healed by now, a broken hip, which was repaired 2 yrs ago, and a compression fracture between L2 and L3. She is addicted to oxycontin, by the way. Her conversational mainstay is: "In NY, they never let you go with-o pain medications." (Oh, yeah?) and "Run down the hall and ask the nurse if she has my pain medications." (Every 4 min. ... the dr said I was enabling her.)
She needs rehab. She needs to learn to walk again.
I need a nap. (In fact, I took one today, instead of visiting her again as I had promised her. She'll be ticked but the world did not end.)
A different cousin called and invited me to a MaryKay mtng (I buy and use it but am NOT a sales person NOR an extrovert, so I opted out of being a consultant many yrs ago) and she asked me to be her model. I had mixed feelings--one more thing to do. A favor for someone else. But She's fun, it's close to home, it's only an hr-and-a-half, blah blah blah.
I went. It was fun and relaxing. I looked great when I left. They did the hard sell and I didn't worry in the least; I had already placed an order the day b4, by coincidence, for eye makeup remover, etc, and simply added a cpl things to the list and didn't even hand it in. No pressure.
I drive home, walk in the door. Kitchen and DR are a mess.
husband and difficult child are upstairs in our bed, in the dark, watching a laptop DVD. I walk in, hoping to show them my supposedly gorgeous face.
"Hi!"
difficult child doesn't miss a beat: "GO AWAY."
I am slammed to the ground.
Why do I let that happen?
I thought I was above that.
#^*^%%&!%^***!!!!!#*!
The good news is, it incentivized me to do a search of cities in VA where I want to move. We have lived in an area that is conducive to husband's career but not mine. He came up with-the idea of moving to another area that is more conducive to my expertise, and opening a 2nd location for himself.
Of course, he's all talk and no action ... so I did a Google search and found a great private spec. needs school and tons of artists and writers.
When life gives you lemons ... (not to mention a P-O'd adrenaline rush) ...
I'm planning on securing a Realtor within the next 6 mo's, assuming the real estate mkt picks up, and moving within a yr.
Fingers crossed!
No more getting kicked out of my own bed and getting dissed by a difficult child with-an attitude and a husband who won't or can't stick up for me.
P.S. If my cousin lives that long, it will be a miracle. I'll deal with-moving her if and when the time comes.