He’s 88 years old as of 6/26/2018. He has heart problems, diabetes, ruptured tendon allergic reactions to Crestor, in short, he’s a health mess, but still hanging in there.
And still as cranky, authoritarian, and disrespectful of me as a person as he was when I was a child.
He never had much use for GIRLS. He thinks they’re pretty stupid, can’t drive, make terrible bosses, etc. He’s made that pretty clear to me over the years.
He was very grudgingly admiring of my success in the military and my success in IT for many years. Although he considers that stuff sort of a fluke, like maybe I got coddled because I was a girl. Oh boy.
So now I’m retired, and not an instant too soon, because he is in need of care. He still lives in his and Mom’s house in New Brighton, and he is definitely in his right mind, although his right mind will drive me insane before this is all over. :):)
He has needed me to drive him lately because of the ruptured tendon thingy. He doesn’t like my driving. Now I am a cautious driver who doesn’t like the freeway and takes back roads, and he makes fun of me mercilessly for that. Also, he thinks I don’t drive fast enough, or be aggressive enough, and he screams in my ear constantly about that when I drive him somewhere.
And there is the problem — he will NOT stop yelling in my ear to do something different than what I’m doing — no matter which way I want to drive, he wants to drive another way, and will yell at me at the last minute at an intersection to “TURN — you idiot” when I had no intention of going that way.
I have not had an accident in like, 30 years (only ever had a little failure-of-depth-perception fenderbenders). He made me have one in the parking garage in Abbott NW in downtown Mpls by screaming in my ear and startling me when I was trying to get us through the outgoing unmanned ticket booth. He rattled me so bad I now have scratches that will cost $997 to fix the paint.
And he’s PISSED. He’s not at fault for that, oh no, now again today I had to take him to another doctor visit, and he’s doing the same thing — screaming in my ear and startling me, and I told him that was not cool, and he started on this tirade which went like this “you just don’t LISTEN, you don’t LISTEN, you don’t put your signal on soon enough, you don’t go fast enough, people are impatient, you will piss them off, and if you would just LISTEN to me you would be a better driver. I am just trying to help you be a better driver and you are just impossible to deal with”. All this while I am grimly concentrating on trying to get us home and block this out, because it’s making it hard to concentrate.
I really can’t take this anymore. If he won’t stop, I’m going to have to refuse to drive him, because if he keeps it up, I WILL have another accident, and I don’t want any more. It’s gone beyond being infuriating, and into being dangerous, and I don’t know how to make him understand that.
And my sister is no help. She rides with and sucks up to him shamelessly. And she knows better.
I haventsmokedhaventsmokedhaventsmokedhaventsmoked. I quit on 7/6/2018. Although God knows I want to when he does this.
I just don’t know what I’ll do when he’s REALLY infirm and I have to drive him EVERYWHERE and take care of him. And he’s still being an a-hole.