Well, the shit has hit the fan or is about to.
My mum (81) has wanted to move from her barn of a house - freezing and in the middle of nowhere - to a flat and near to us in Manchester since last year.
She emailed us all about her decision to move yesterday and that’s she’s doing it. I said categorically to her that I wasn’t going to be in the middle or the messenger.
My brother, who lives in Europe, is an arrogant control freak and resents me making decisions. But won’t take responsibilty. I’m not making decisions, I’m simply listening to what our mother wants and planning for the worse, hoping for the best.
No response to an email that said “I hope you will be happy for me” from either arrogant shithead Golden Boy in The Netherlands or Avoidant Functiong Alcoholic brother in the UK 100 miles away. Utterly disgusting. Avoidant is too scared to email in case the wrath of GB is wrought. GB has a vile temper.
Mr Monkey and I will be paying her direct debit in the barn of a house and paying for her cleaner. My mum is not sitting in a freezing house because GB has told her that she can’t have the heating on until November and she should switch it off in March. Earlier this year, she was sleeping in a Fucking hat when it was freezing.
I’ve emailed the idiots to tell them this. I’ve also told them that they need to be involved in the support my mum gets e.g., cleaner, gardener, carer who does a hair wash once a week and communicate with them. Nearly lost it when GB told me to contact the care company. I am not his PA.
And let’s face it her being round the corner in a flat will be easier for us, but will save money on utilities and a cleaner and, probably, a carer. I doubt we will get any thanks from them for cleaning her house / washing her hair. That’s my job, clearly.
if those dicks think I’m doing any kind of personal care, they are living in cloud cuckoo land. She doesn’t need personal care, but it’s the principle.
FUCKERS.