I think that I handled myself quite well this week considering the people that I have to deal with. I imagine that everyone has these kinds of problems with family and I am congratulating myself upon developing a series of strategies to deal with these people.
I have decided that I will speak to my older daughter ONLY during weekdays in twitter like conversations. That way, I do not have to hear about freezing her eggs, her lack of Judiasm, her disrespect for me when I have a problem or her Iraqi boyfriend. So far, it's working. Her father and she have much in common, as they are both excellent at lying. It's his turn to speak to them anyway as I had many years of grief. It works because he has CHF and they feel sorry for him.
The younger one is totally nuts. I called her yesterday. She answered the phone, didn't say, "hello", but proceeded to continue a conversation with someone else. I held the phone for 9 minutes and then said, "hello" again. She hung up. So much for speaking to her over the weekend. However, she did call on Friday. I avoided the call by letting her speak to her father.
My husband wants me to retire and buy a condo. I had a snow day this week. He was supposed to clean the house. He wanted to clean again. He promised to do it my way. Except, on this day, he didn't Windex the bathroom walls, (they should be done once a week) because they were clean. Because I wanted to take the job away from him, which I did, he sneered at me all day. For a normal person, this could be torture. But, I structured the day by cleaning, doing laundry, changing sheets, using the computer, taking pictures, loading photos of the weather on I-Photo, reading, practicing yoga and meditation.
Happily I went to work the next day. From my office, I could tell him what a "shit" (I didn't use this term) he was and to forget about the condo or the retirement. I would have to be crazy to do either. Smaller quarters with him???? Nuts!! Retirement??? With him??? Nuts! Of course now, he is in his phony mode and he hopes I will fall for it.
Did I tell you about the truck accident this week?? Thank goodness that it was his fault, not mine!!!!
Then the most amazing thing happened. The mail came and in it was a prescription for Viagra!!! It would totally amaze you to know that we haven't had relations since I was 41 because he didn't like to and I quote, "touch my body down there." I told him that if this was the case, we could forget sex. We did, for 22 years! Why now, you ask? His cardiologist said that it would be good for him. I did very well with this too. I didn't answer!!!!
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