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URGH! *WARNING* major complaints ahead: Read at your own risk!
I went with dad to his 'other job' yesterday, just to get out of the house and, as is our practice when we're away from home, we talked about Uncle Sam. The man is driving me nuts.
So, he keeps bugging me, saying that I never do this or I never do that. After knowing me my entire life, he should realize that the more people nag me to do something, the more I make it a point not to do it. I'm just stubborn like that. He should remember all the times Mom mentioned that when I was in school. I actually got so fed up with him that I told him, "I'm telling you the same thing I tell everyone else. 'If you don't like the way I do things, deal with it!'"
You see, because he refused to go to any halfway decent doctor last year, he lost his foot. But you guys know that already. Well, Dad and I have had to deal with many, MANY inconveniences b/c of that. Okay, fine. It's a little annoying to have to take a big shower seat out of the tub everytime you want to shower and then put it back in after you're done so that he can fit his wheelchair in the bathroom. But it's doable.
But, for some reason, he thinks, and expects us to do EVERYTHING his way. And if we don't, he whines and complains for days, even weeks, about whatever it is. He acts like this is his house and he's letting us live here for free. WTF-ever!
Like, he's supposed to give dad rent every month. That's what he told dad when he moved in here. But he has never once given him any money. So, instead, he eventually volunteered to have the electric put in his name and he pays it. (He also pays for the cable and internet, but even if we didn't use it, he still would, so that doesn't really count.) And then, he comes into the living room one day and says (to just me when dad was gone) "Someone needs to get another job around here b/c working three days a week isn't enough to pay for everything." He was referring to dad. His real job is only 2 days a week. Ummm...excuse me, YOU're the one that said you'd pay for stuff!
It's getting rediculous. So rediculous, in fact, that last night dad said to prove a point to him, the two of us should tell him, "We can't live under your rules, so we're leaving" and take off to Idaho for an undetermined amount of time. I'm all for that. I'll freaking do it. Make him have to try to get other people to pick up his cigarettes and other stupid stuff he wants. And get him to his doctors appointments. Maybe then he'll realize how much we actually do. No one else will help him out. At first he may be able to get someone to drop stuff off to him here and there, but I can garauntee it wouldn't last very long at all. He's alienated every other sibling he has with his demanding behavior. And since he lost his foot, he's gotten even worse.
And now, they found out that he has stomach cancer. Monday he goes to get some kind of surgery for a thing they're going to put in his chest so they can start him on Chemo. With this news, we should be a little more tolerent. And with any other person on Earth, we probably would be. But day after day, his behaviour gets increasingly worse. And that even that hasn't effected the way we're starting to resent him. And that's pretty bad.
So, he keeps bugging me, saying that I never do this or I never do that. After knowing me my entire life, he should realize that the more people nag me to do something, the more I make it a point not to do it. I'm just stubborn like that. He should remember all the times Mom mentioned that when I was in school. I actually got so fed up with him that I told him, "I'm telling you the same thing I tell everyone else. 'If you don't like the way I do things, deal with it!'"
You see, because he refused to go to any halfway decent doctor last year, he lost his foot. But you guys know that already. Well, Dad and I have had to deal with many, MANY inconveniences b/c of that. Okay, fine. It's a little annoying to have to take a big shower seat out of the tub everytime you want to shower and then put it back in after you're done so that he can fit his wheelchair in the bathroom. But it's doable.
But, for some reason, he thinks, and expects us to do EVERYTHING his way. And if we don't, he whines and complains for days, even weeks, about whatever it is. He acts like this is his house and he's letting us live here for free. WTF-ever!
Like, he's supposed to give dad rent every month. That's what he told dad when he moved in here. But he has never once given him any money. So, instead, he eventually volunteered to have the electric put in his name and he pays it. (He also pays for the cable and internet, but even if we didn't use it, he still would, so that doesn't really count.) And then, he comes into the living room one day and says (to just me when dad was gone) "Someone needs to get another job around here b/c working three days a week isn't enough to pay for everything." He was referring to dad. His real job is only 2 days a week. Ummm...excuse me, YOU're the one that said you'd pay for stuff!
It's getting rediculous. So rediculous, in fact, that last night dad said to prove a point to him, the two of us should tell him, "We can't live under your rules, so we're leaving" and take off to Idaho for an undetermined amount of time. I'm all for that. I'll freaking do it. Make him have to try to get other people to pick up his cigarettes and other stupid stuff he wants. And get him to his doctors appointments. Maybe then he'll realize how much we actually do. No one else will help him out. At first he may be able to get someone to drop stuff off to him here and there, but I can garauntee it wouldn't last very long at all. He's alienated every other sibling he has with his demanding behavior. And since he lost his foot, he's gotten even worse.
And now, they found out that he has stomach cancer. Monday he goes to get some kind of surgery for a thing they're going to put in his chest so they can start him on Chemo. With this news, we should be a little more tolerent. And with any other person on Earth, we probably would be. But day after day, his behaviour gets increasingly worse. And that even that hasn't effected the way we're starting to resent him. And that's pretty bad.
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