Chapter 2: Help Me Understand
I posted last week because SD61's daughter, M, had texted asking if everything was ok with DH85 since SD61 told her he had only 6 months to live. I replied that the oncologist says he will live to 100 and die of something other than prostate cancer.
Well, SD61 was here today and was in a tizzy. I heard DH85 on the phone with her today earlier and heard her voice raised. She needed to come over to pay me her "rent". She pulled up and honked. I thought, here we go and told DH she was in the driveway. He went out and I could hear both their voices raised. They moved to the deck, more "discussion". She came in and said "He has your money". DH85 came in then and she started in, angry at me because her daughter, M, has cut her off again after texting with me. I said, wait a minute and read her the exact text where my response to M after she was angry about SD was, "how are you and the baby?" In other words, nothing commenting on SD.
So then she started on DH85, supposedly, when they spoke the other day, he sounded disoriented, called her by dead BM's name, told her he could die at any time, could be six months or a year or whenever, that she would be evicted when he died. I'm not sure what he told her but honestly, he (like everyone) could die at any time and yes, she will probably have to move once he dies since I won't be able to afford our supplement which he's paying now. I told her, "SD, he's 85 and we are seeing changes" as I pointed to my head. He was standing right there and we both know its true.
She kept ranting on, how she's having "trauma dreams", how DH should call M and smooth it all over, etc. (Her problems with M are long-standing and made worse by SD draining all M's college fund forcing M to finance her education with student loans). How she tried to reach him but he didn't answer his cell and she called our landline repeatedly which I seldom answer, how she was so distraught, thought he was dead and we were in mourning, considered calling the police for a welfare check. I told her it was between her and M and that I couldnt make DH or her do anything, ie, its not my circus, not my monkey. She was irritated at me and said, "She's not interested!" (correct) and " All she cares about is the money (rent)!" (correct).
She stomped out of the house and DH followed her to her car. I heard her scream, " You ruined my life!" before peeling out. He came in and I said, "The drama never ends".
Just another day at Chez JRI, folks.