Meg...
“...What did the "nutty ex-wife" think of your handiwork??...”
Well, being the nut that she is, I’ll never know what she really thinks because if she didn’t choose it, there’s no way that she would ever admit approval, much less appreciation, for anything that I did. So, I shan’t even ask her what she thinks.
But, she certainly isn’t keeping her disapproval to herself. As I’m working on the stenciled border she makes comments like, “I don’t approve of that color.” And “I don’t like too much decoration, it looks tacky.” And the ever popular, “Why wasn’t I consulted about this before you and your father went to the store to buy all of that stuff?” She asked, “Don’t I have a say in ANYTHING?” I reminded her that she has chosen EVERY OTHER THING that’s been added to the condo and she didn’t once ask my father what HE thought. That was stupid of me...she just DOES NOT GET logic.
She does this thing that a private duty patient of mine used to do...she doesn’t come right out and ask you to help her, she just makes comments about something that annoys her and then expects you to take care of the problem. For example, this morning as I was making her a cheese omelet, she said, “Oh Sydney (her cat), your bowl is empty! You must be very hungry!” Then she waited for about 10 minutes and said, “Oh Sydney, your bowl needs to be washed and you need to be fed!” As I handed her the omelet she said, “Oh Sydney, I’m sorry to be eating in front of you while you’re so hungry!”
All she had to do was say, “Would you mind feeding the cat?” and I would have done it in a heartbeat. But, I’m not going to make the same mistake that I made with my patient, I caved with her but she was crippled so she couldn’t have done most of the things she hinted about herself AND...I was being paid to help her. This nutty woman can feed the cat and she can also pour herself a glass of Diet Coke instead of saying (to no one in particular), “I’m so thirsty, I wish I had a glass of soda pop.”
She moved down here so that my father could take care of her and therefore she could stay out of a nursing home. When her daughter put her in one, she called an attorney and, with her Visa, paid him to get her out. He did. Then, she came down here to stay with my father. If there’s something she doesn’t like, she gets rid of it and replaces it. So far, she has replaced the kitchen/vestibule floor, the kitchen cabinets AND the kitchen counter-top. Then, she rubs it all into my father’s face saying things like, “I replaced your kitchen floor and you won’t let me drive the car? That woman has no business driving. Before she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s she had been in so many accidents that her insurance was $1400 a month.
She bought a HUGE television and it’s in the living room. She has taken over my father’s recliner and she sits there all day, watching that stupid television. She has it on either Law and Order or Fox News. She watches the news over and over and over again. It’s annoying to anyone else in the room because everyone else remembers that the story has been repeated every half hour for the past four hours. She, on the other hand, does not.
She keeps asking me the same questions over and over again and one of them is so stupid that I feel like smacking her when she asks it. She looks at me and says, “Now that you’ve seen such a great television, will you be buying one for your living room?” I say that mine is good enough for me and she says, “Oh, I’ve watched yours...mine is so much better.” There’s not a damn thing wrong with my television set...it just doesn’t take up the entire living room. If I HAD $5000.00 to spend on a TV, I wouldn’t do it.
So, the living room is all hers now. She won’t get up from the chair and let anyone else watch TV. I tried it once and she ran into my father’s room saying “Margaret won’t get out of my chair!” She hadn’t even asked me to. If I change the channel, she pouts and stomps out of the room. My father rarely comes out of his bedroom and she’s always in front of her TV so the only other thing that I can do is sit in the spare room and watch the one set that doesn’t have cable. (So basically I just read books.) Oh...speaking of cable, my father never had it. When the nut lady came down here to live, she asked my dad why he didn’t have cable. He said that he didn’t want it. So, she called and had it installed. Then she got angry with him when he refused to pay half the bill. He told her to cancel it if she didn’t want to pay for it and that shut her up...about THAT problem.
She bitched and moaned that she wanted a cat and my father finally relented and let her get one. Now, she’s been bugging him to let her get another one because “Sydney is so lonely.” All the logic in the world won’t convince her that cats are loners and hers would NOT enjoy competition.
My father was complaining that her daughter was a “willful twit”. I told him that he can’t blame the daughter for being a “willful twit” anymore than he could blame Danny Bonaduce’s kids for having red hair and freckles.
The other day she and I were talking about art. She has hers hanging up all over my father’s condo. I started to describe my favorite painting when I remembered that it was in the spare bedroom closet. I went to get it and showed it to her. She asked me how much it cost and I said, “A few hundred bucks.” Her response was stunning, “Oh, hundreds are NOTHING! I spend that just framing my art...yours can’t be any good if it costs less than my frames.”
I pointed at one of her paintings and said, “I like that one.” She said, “Your taste is awful...the painting in the corner cost me THOUSANDS!”
I’ve gotten almost halfway done with the stenciling. I don’t bother doing it while she’s around or awake anymore. They just left for a doctor appointment that she has at noon so now it’s time for me to go stencil some more of my tacky, over done and wrong colored border. So, I’m off to do that before they get back. If I come to Florida again and see that my father let her paint over the border...I’ll leave him here to deal with her all by himself.
OH damn it...Blogger is FORCING me to change to it’s new system...I MUST changer servers ASAP. I should have done it before but I was just too busy. I should take care of that before I go home so that I can do it on a normal computer.
OK then...see ya!
Meg
“...What did the "nutty ex-wife" think of your handiwork??...”
Well, being the nut that she is, I’ll never know what she really thinks because if she didn’t choose it, there’s no way that she would ever admit approval, much less appreciation, for anything that I did. So, I shan’t even ask her what she thinks.
But, she certainly isn’t keeping her disapproval to herself. As I’m working on the stenciled border she makes comments like, “I don’t approve of that color.” And “I don’t like too much decoration, it looks tacky.” And the ever popular, “Why wasn’t I consulted about this before you and your father went to the store to buy all of that stuff?” She asked, “Don’t I have a say in ANYTHING?” I reminded her that she has chosen EVERY OTHER THING that’s been added to the condo and she didn’t once ask my father what HE thought. That was stupid of me...she just DOES NOT GET logic.
She does this thing that a private duty patient of mine used to do...she doesn’t come right out and ask you to help her, she just makes comments about something that annoys her and then expects you to take care of the problem. For example, this morning as I was making her a cheese omelet, she said, “Oh Sydney (her cat), your bowl is empty! You must be very hungry!” Then she waited for about 10 minutes and said, “Oh Sydney, your bowl needs to be washed and you need to be fed!” As I handed her the omelet she said, “Oh Sydney, I’m sorry to be eating in front of you while you’re so hungry!”
All she had to do was say, “Would you mind feeding the cat?” and I would have done it in a heartbeat. But, I’m not going to make the same mistake that I made with my patient, I caved with her but she was crippled so she couldn’t have done most of the things she hinted about herself AND...I was being paid to help her. This nutty woman can feed the cat and she can also pour herself a glass of Diet Coke instead of saying (to no one in particular), “I’m so thirsty, I wish I had a glass of soda pop.”
She moved down here so that my father could take care of her and therefore she could stay out of a nursing home. When her daughter put her in one, she called an attorney and, with her Visa, paid him to get her out. He did. Then, she came down here to stay with my father. If there’s something she doesn’t like, she gets rid of it and replaces it. So far, she has replaced the kitchen/vestibule floor, the kitchen cabinets AND the kitchen counter-top. Then, she rubs it all into my father’s face saying things like, “I replaced your kitchen floor and you won’t let me drive the car? That woman has no business driving. Before she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s she had been in so many accidents that her insurance was $1400 a month.
She bought a HUGE television and it’s in the living room. She has taken over my father’s recliner and she sits there all day, watching that stupid television. She has it on either Law and Order or Fox News. She watches the news over and over and over again. It’s annoying to anyone else in the room because everyone else remembers that the story has been repeated every half hour for the past four hours. She, on the other hand, does not.
She keeps asking me the same questions over and over again and one of them is so stupid that I feel like smacking her when she asks it. She looks at me and says, “Now that you’ve seen such a great television, will you be buying one for your living room?” I say that mine is good enough for me and she says, “Oh, I’ve watched yours...mine is so much better.” There’s not a damn thing wrong with my television set...it just doesn’t take up the entire living room. If I HAD $5000.00 to spend on a TV, I wouldn’t do it.
So, the living room is all hers now. She won’t get up from the chair and let anyone else watch TV. I tried it once and she ran into my father’s room saying “Margaret won’t get out of my chair!” She hadn’t even asked me to. If I change the channel, she pouts and stomps out of the room. My father rarely comes out of his bedroom and she’s always in front of her TV so the only other thing that I can do is sit in the spare room and watch the one set that doesn’t have cable. (So basically I just read books.) Oh...speaking of cable, my father never had it. When the nut lady came down here to live, she asked my dad why he didn’t have cable. He said that he didn’t want it. So, she called and had it installed. Then she got angry with him when he refused to pay half the bill. He told her to cancel it if she didn’t want to pay for it and that shut her up...about THAT problem.
She bitched and moaned that she wanted a cat and my father finally relented and let her get one. Now, she’s been bugging him to let her get another one because “Sydney is so lonely.” All the logic in the world won’t convince her that cats are loners and hers would NOT enjoy competition.
My father was complaining that her daughter was a “willful twit”. I told him that he can’t blame the daughter for being a “willful twit” anymore than he could blame Danny Bonaduce’s kids for having red hair and freckles.
The other day she and I were talking about art. She has hers hanging up all over my father’s condo. I started to describe my favorite painting when I remembered that it was in the spare bedroom closet. I went to get it and showed it to her. She asked me how much it cost and I said, “A few hundred bucks.” Her response was stunning, “Oh, hundreds are NOTHING! I spend that just framing my art...yours can’t be any good if it costs less than my frames.”
I pointed at one of her paintings and said, “I like that one.” She said, “Your taste is awful...the painting in the corner cost me THOUSANDS!”
I’ve gotten almost halfway done with the stenciling. I don’t bother doing it while she’s around or awake anymore. They just left for a doctor appointment that she has at noon so now it’s time for me to go stencil some more of my tacky, over done and wrong colored border. So, I’m off to do that before they get back. If I come to Florida again and see that my father let her paint over the border...I’ll leave him here to deal with her all by himself.
OH damn it...Blogger is FORCING me to change to it’s new system...I MUST changer servers ASAP. I should have done it before but I was just too busy. I should take care of that before I go home so that I can do it on a normal computer.
OK then...see ya!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 10:23 AM
1 Comments:
Meg, I have to say you and your dad have something in common....you both spend/waste way too much time with awful people in your lives, instead of getting rid of them.
That woman is really very disgusting and she is making sure your dad has no life to speak of. What was he thinking having her move back?!? She is obviously financially independent so she should be placed in private care somewhere or move in with her daughter....who probably doesn't want her around either.
The Alzheimer is certainly doing nothing to slow down 'awful'. She is lucid enough to be manipulative and rude.
My neighbour's bf has just been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. She just found this bf around 5yrs ago. I was so happy for her, the man is NICE, very pleasant and well-mannered. Her Ex was an asshole. After 25yrs of marriage to her and raising 2 sons he built a house with his secretary and left her.
She deserves a better deal, I feel so sorry for her. She just told me that she has noticed that her bf's thinking as slowed down considerably...her words 'the online' reaction is not there anymore. He just had to give up his pediatric practice.
Meg, seems like your dad is the one with Alzheimer's, did he forget why he wasn't married to her anymore?
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