He doesn't listen - does.not.listen - drives me round the bend - plus he talks all over me before I can get me sentence finished **scream**.
I have to give him a note if he's going down the road for stuff, whether it's picture hangers or food - THE MAN IS 72!
Example - new garden down the road at other house. Neglected, untouched for 5 years. I've pulled tons of weeds, removed miles of ivy, been up trees with me bow saw cutting branches, brought back to life beautiful rhodies that hadn't been fed (they were a picture this year).
So, I'm tired. And I mean (with my illness), ready to fall over. 'Can I give you a hand' - he says. I should have said no, but I thought even you can't screw this up. So I'm asleep. His instructions, verbal, were, remove all the greenery in that corner except the wee green treee, it's bonny and gives a bit colour.
I awake - open the curtains - no tree. NO TREE. I don't say much cos I don't want to waste my energy getting mad. Not much point anyway, the tree is history. I was in tears. It was 'leave me alone' time. As someone said elsewhere - I coud have been out on parole by now.
Plus he need a hearing aid, but that's a whole other chapter, lol.
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Nobody told me there'd be days like these,
Nobody told me there'd be days like these,
Strange days indeed, strange days indeed,
Most peculiar Mamma.....................................
