When I think I can’t be shocked by these people anymore something new develops. This time it doesn’t involve me. Awhile ago Junior moved back in. I wasn’t sure where he was sleeping because I know this house is packed from end to end with Bratty Fife’s stuff. I found out yesterday where he’s sleeping…. in the garage!!! Instead of moving her crap out of the extra bedroom upstairs into the garage he’s in the garage. He’s sleeping outside in this hot weather.
When I think I can’t be stunned by the behavior of this family anymore I remember, there’s always tomorrow.
For them it’s easier to pacify this narcissist than to hold her accountable or rock the boat. They know if they rock it she’ll flip out and become physically or verbally violent. To control her rage they go along even if it means sleeping outside while her stuff is comfortable under air conditioning.
Austin
Such a beautiful title for a story about something so lousy. Where did these people come from? Sounds like a family I wouldn’t want to know. Have you had a chance to do any apartment hunting? Being around that kind of stuff has to be stressful.
Wow – just wow.
Yeah. My reaction is the same as Enola’s.