Emotions

I’m trying very hard not to be upset. I’m breathing in and out and trying to stay removed. Darn it. Why am I an emotional sort of person? Why do I let things that are not in my control, bother me so much?

Our Old Boy is still with us. We’re trying to get him to get his affairs in order, but every time we get close, he throws a monkey wrench in to stop any progress we might have made. Hubby has been working like an animal clearing out the trash in an old house getting it ready for sale. He’s driven Old Boy all over New England, helped get his finances in order so that his checks don’t bounce. Is Old Boy appreciative? Or even co-operative? Nope!

Today, the Realtor called. He has a quick sale on one of the houses. Two or three weeks, cash sale. All done. One problem completely solved. Does Old Boy jump to get this accomplished? Is he happy that he has such a good guy working for him? Nope! He complains. He drags his feet. To the point that Hubby is ready to burst a blood vessel in his head!

I sat down with Hubby today and told him that enough was enough. It was time to make it very clear to Old Boy’s son that he can no longer be on his own. He is not able to make a rational decision and he sort of lives in a delusional world. One where everyone is out to rip him off and steal everything from him. God, it is so sad. I also think it’s time his son came up and took charge of his Dad.

So I bite my lip and I can’t say anything to Old Boy during these discussions, but I feel my stomach clenching and the next thing I know I am just in terrible pain. I came into our office and shut the door. I put on some music and here I am writing this all down.