The Old Lady’s Son

I started writing this as a reply to a comment Yowie made but it got long so I just made it into a post.

Oh, the old coot’s son, eh?

Keep in mind that the story you’re reading is the story from one person’s narrow-minded point of view. I’ll tell you a little bit from my husband’s point of view.

I know you can’t tell from reading here but my husband is bearing the brunt of the, oh God, I don’t want to say burden. But burden is the only word that really describes it. For one thing he goes to his mother’s house straight from work every other day and sometimes he has to detour to run errands for her. This makes for a very long day for him, usually 12 hours or more and he hardly has time to eat and watch a little TV before he goes to bed.

And he goes to her house at least one day on the weekend and often times both Saturday and Sunday.

There is a lot more I could do for the Old Lady to take some of the burden off of my husband but due to problems of my own I’m sort of a burden to him too, in a way.

The least I can do is take her to the doctor once or twice a month. That’s one less thing he has to worry about, and believe me, he has plenty. I should be doing a lot more for her than the few things I do but if somebody wants to bitch about me they can get their own blog! :p

When I do things for her I don’t think about it as doing something for her. I think about it like I’m doing something to help my husband. He is a good man so any little thing I do for her is one less thing he has to worry about.

But I’m not going to stop bitching about her.