Sunday, October 30, 2011

I am glad to have a family and wish they lived closer to me. On the alternate days, I am glad they don't live near me. Grandson has a drug problem. He has attention deficit syndrome and controls it with legal drugs. The problem is He abuses those drugs. He has made a mess of his life, fired from jobs, evicted from housing, trouble with girlfriends. He shows up at my door asking for sanctuary. The problem is We've gone that route. I spent over a decade giving him room, board , medical care, clothing and even paid for his education. He is in my living room. The words that come out of his mouth tell me that He hasn't progressed at all. He is in his early 30s. My expectation was for some maturity by now, some learning of life's lessons. After a day or two of listening to his con artist speech, I ask him to leave.

Daughter doesn't take care of herself. I suspect it is a combination of depression and genetics. She is passive, just like her aunt and grandmother. Daughter needs dental care. I paid for it. It is only half done. Daughter finds a lump in her abdomen and does nothing about it for over 9 months. I send her an email and tell her that Steve Jobs died because He delayed seeking surgery. Perhaps she is scared of what the doctor will tell her. If so, then she is like her grandmother and it will cost her her life. There is nothing I can do about this situation...except ...leverage: I am expected for Thanksgiving and expected to pay for the feast, as they have no money except for the basics. Per phone call to daughter, I tell her that unless she sees her physician or goes to a clinic and also gets her dental work done, I will not be coming for Thanksgiving and I am not paying for the feast. I think she went into shock hearing me talk like that. Perhaps it will light a fire under her and she will seek the medical care she needs.

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