A while ago, my mom and I were out to lunch after running a bunch of errands. We're sitting in a local diner, waiting on our food, and she mentions how my old man refuses to do anything for himself, and has never actually had to do for himself. We talk about it for a bit, and then she makes the comment of "You had better hope I outlive him, so that you don't have to take care of him." And I didn't even pause before responding. I told her that she had better hope one of her other kids steps up, because I'm not doing it. That with how he treats me every day if he says I'm too stupid to have a conversation with, that I'm too stupid to take care of him. I said it very plainly, and sternly, and she just looked at me as if something clicked and she was afraid. She didn't argue, or respond in any way, and just sat quietly for a moment. As if in that moment, she realized that her husband is actually abusive, and that I sit and tolerate more than ...
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