Obviously, I try. I’ve made arrangements to take care of my special needs adult son. I’ve made arrangements for my grandchildrens post high school education. My daughter… not at all. Whatever issues she has, she’ll have to work out herself. She’s lived here, rent free since November. During this time she had ordered me around, told me where and when my dogs can be in my house, kept my kitchen trashed and my home decorated with beer and alcohol bottles. I’m done. She gets married in May and I’d like her gone NY June. When I told her this, there was a lot of stomping out and door slamming. Her boyfriend’s family doesn’t like me because I lent them eviction money two years ago. So they can go to hell. And I know I’ll never see that baby again. But if they don’t leave, somebody is going to be dead.
Danny just came onto the library, glared at me and stomped off. I hear the door closing, so he’s bailed. And I don’t care. I’ve helped and paid and paid and paid And I’m done.
Just knocked on their door—surprise! They are all gone. Nothing like being abandoned without a word to make you feel disposable.