Some asshole here will decide this makes me a homewrecker somehow, but anyway, here's the story.
My next door neighbor (age 88) got very sick sometime last year with rheumatoid arthritis. After she spent about 6 months in bed, her son put her in an old folks home because he and his wife both work and he was checking on her like ten times a day. She was really depressed in the home and blamed her son for putting her there.
While I was in Paris, she got sprung. He took her out and brought her back home. I was so happy to find her at home when I returned. I kept telling her if there was anything I could do for her, please let me know -- hoping that she would ask me more often and not exhaust her son to the point of him putting her back in the lar (rest home). So she told me, yes, there was something I could do for her. I could take her to the Friday mercado (today) so she could get chickens. She's always had chickens, out in a coop behind my little barn. She frequently gave me eggs. I said of course, and we arranged to go this morning.
But the other night, I saw her son, and I decided I should tell him about our plan. He said, "Please don't take her to the mercado. I don't want her to be out in the chicken coop. I'm worried something will happen to her out there." So I said, "Okay, I won't take her." He said, "Just tell her you're busy on Friday." In other words, he didn't want me to tell her that he doesn't want her to have chickens. Because she is mad at him for putting her in the lar in the first place, and she would just get madder at him for not letting her have chickens. So I had to go over there yesterday and lie and say I couldn't go to the mercado. I could tell when I told her that she was a little suspicious. Before I left, she said, "So, you can't go to the mercado?" Seeing if she could catch me up. God. I felt terrible. But I knew I shouldn't have put my foot in my mouth by offering to take her to the mercado in the first place, and that was my mistake, not her son's, so yeah. I did that.
I'm hoping one of these days I can take her to the mercado with her son's blessing and get her some chickens. They make her happy.
My next door neighbor (age 88) got very sick sometime last year with rheumatoid arthritis. After she spent about 6 months in bed, her son put her in an old folks home because he and his wife both work and he was checking on her like ten times a day. She was really depressed in the home and blamed her son for putting her there.
While I was in Paris, she got sprung. He took her out and brought her back home. I was so happy to find her at home when I returned. I kept telling her if there was anything I could do for her, please let me know -- hoping that she would ask me more often and not exhaust her son to the point of him putting her back in the lar (rest home). So she told me, yes, there was something I could do for her. I could take her to the Friday mercado (today) so she could get chickens. She's always had chickens, out in a coop behind my little barn. She frequently gave me eggs. I said of course, and we arranged to go this morning.
But the other night, I saw her son, and I decided I should tell him about our plan. He said, "Please don't take her to the mercado. I don't want her to be out in the chicken coop. I'm worried something will happen to her out there." So I said, "Okay, I won't take her." He said, "Just tell her you're busy on Friday." In other words, he didn't want me to tell her that he doesn't want her to have chickens. Because she is mad at him for putting her in the lar in the first place, and she would just get madder at him for not letting her have chickens. So I had to go over there yesterday and lie and say I couldn't go to the mercado. I could tell when I told her that she was a little suspicious. Before I left, she said, "So, you can't go to the mercado?" Seeing if she could catch me up. God. I felt terrible. But I knew I shouldn't have put my foot in my mouth by offering to take her to the mercado in the first place, and that was my mistake, not her son's, so yeah. I did that.
I'm hoping one of these days I can take her to the mercado with her son's blessing and get her some chickens. They make her happy.