Sweet in the hospital but she didn’t like my driving so 4-5 FUs before we pulled into the driveway. I’m sitting on the backyard. Not sure how we will get thru the day let alone the next six days or what’s left of our lives She declared the whole laundry list of her resentment You wrecked my horse you wrecked my education, you wrecked my grandfather, you’re trying to wreck my car. All for (hubris? Ego? Influence? What was the word she used? It shows her state of mind is deep blame and hatred for me.) “At least you got it out. should I go take a bus now?” “No”
Now a repeat performance second verse same as the first I can’t even take credit for all my sins and apologize
“What do you get out of this?”
I think I would rather have the trials of the lady with a special-needs man child then this, but maybe not
An hour later “I don’t mean to be so mean to you …” “I get it it’s good for you to get it out” “Thanks for understanding”
Then starting up with my offensiveness at food prep time. I jumped ship. Spent an hour or two on the porch in the dark after bolting some leftovers. Went in to see if we had anything to say amicably but launched the main event
And it has certainly done that already. I stress her to the point of unbearable rage, asking, “why do you seem to value your car and your cat more than your mother? It seems to me like you are blaming me for all the evils of your life. What good is this doing? How can I possibly help you? We should get a nurse to help you if I can’t.” “No. I’m supposed to be resting, but all you do is harass me. My cat doesn’t do that.” “Doesn’t drive you to the doctor either.” “You’re just jealous, and you try to break my stuff, my car. You have a lousy bedside manner. You’re not going to make me a scapegoat. I’m not going to give you what you want. I’m not going to suck your pussy, Lady. (X3) You’ve got to get your unbearable narcissism under control. Go to bed. I’m not your mommy.” “I’m in the bed.” And my stomach hurts badly. We both call A sequentially, break his heart, I’m sure, but only get “ We’ll get through this together.” I’m blessed if I see how.
Who can solve this mess? Jesus, help! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry it’s so pathetic.