I like to think that I am a fairly well balanced, normal individual. I don't have any outrageously disgusting habits and my temperament is, usually, of the easy going variety. Nothing fazes me, most of the time.
But last Saturday, I shed the mantle of tolerance.
The Queen had asked if I would drop in and visit with the brother in law who was down to do his filial duty for the weekend. I suspect it wasn't out of concern for the brother in law that the request was made. Her own tolerance of this particular individual is a little strained, to say the least.
He has always been difficult. Laden down with baggage that he has never acknowledged, let alone dealt with, he storms through life with an enormous chip on each shoulder. His storming is greatly exacerbated by his overdependence on alcohol to see him through, what he perceives to be, difficult situations. One of these situations is his monthly visit at the weekend to care for his parents.
I arrived at 4pm intending to stay for an hour or so. He was slouched in front of the TV, beer in hand, glared up at me and snarled "What are you doing here?"
"Just passing by and I thought I'd come and see how you were" I said lightly.
He then proceeded to tell me that he didn't need people checking up on him and that he was very capable of caring for the old folks without any supervision.
"Where are they, by the way?" I enquired.
"Front room" he barked.
I went into the front room and found the Queen in an agitated state, the result of an earlier argument, and the main man drenched because "somebody" had neglected to enquire if he would like to go to the bathroom. Having done what was necessary, cajoled and placated Her Majesty, made the main man comfortable again, I then felt something snap in my brain. Anger seeped through every fibre of my being.
I went back into the other room and let him have it.
What did he do?
He picked up his phone, rang GB and told him he'd better come pick "her" up because "she" was having a temper tantrum.
This man doesn't know how lucky he is to be alive.
5 comments:
and did GB defend you or rescue you?
I'm only surprised that you don't have them more often!
Good for you, Rise!
I'm guessing that with this fellow's issues, he'll spend most of the end of his life sitting in his own wastes. Nobody's going to want to come near him to help.
Honestly, some people...! Good for you!
Ooh. I believe this is a case for "justifiable homicide."
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