[1.Ch.] The In-Laws
Well, I've been here two hours and no argument yet. This may not be too bad.
[1.Ch.] The In-Laws
There's an autographed portrait of the Matryoshka-in-Chief in Dad's office. I'm struggling not to hold that against him. It does put the last visit in context, though.
[1.Ch.] The In-Laws
Dad's hearing has improved with the new hearing aids.
I only had to tell him three times to stop reading news stories at me.
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Meltdown.
It was inevitable, I suppose. I can only suppress the anxiety so long, and this trip has had plenty of sources of it. I feel constantly on edge here. Doesn't help that Mom almost went into respiratory failure yesterday. Her health preempts any conversation about the hard subjects I want to address to feel comfortable around Dad.
Three more hours. Just have to be patient and quiet. *tucks train inside skirt*
[1.Ch.] The In-Laws
I got the answers I needed, at least.
Dad's a military lifer-by-attitude that embodies the worst fuck-you-got-mine I've ever seen who's happy to bully hospital and nursing home staff to get his wife the special treatment to which he felt she was entitled that he'd get through the VA if he were as sick as she is.
But he's not a fascist. He's just an asshole. He's a Boomer that spent twenty-plus years believing all the bullshit swill the military fed him.
