My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
Tonight my mom and I went to the nursing home to visit with my grandfather and pick up my father, who as I think I mentioned, has been barred from staying at the nursing home again, thanks to his incessant and loud talking, repeating and mannerisms. The visit was nothing short of uncomfortable, complete with the inability to make eye contact and awkward silences. My mom alternated between being silent, making snide comments to my grandfather, or berating my dad for different things, including his massive appetite and all of the food he has eaten up while staying with her. Not that I blame her… to an extent. I do, however, think she is entirely in the wrong for reacting the way she did, and insulting and ridiculing him to the extent that she did. There comes a point where you have to step back and agree that the horse is dead, and let things go.
My dad? He stood around, looking awkward, apologizing and trying to speak quietly when my mom wasn’t cutting him off.
Me? I just felt awkward, especially when I could tell my mom wanted me to chime in with her, and my dad wanted me to defend him. As I told them both tonight, I’m twenty-three years old, and in no way, shape or form interested or dumb enough to put myself in the middle of their battles. They can shed each other’s blood, but they are NOT involving me.
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