11:07 pm
On the Shit List

It's 11pm. I am in the kitchen/dining room with The Dragon. My MIL went to bed about 20 minutes ago. Since that time I can hear that she has been talking to herself (her bedroom is down a short hallway from where I am). I stopped to listen a bit. She called me a "negative little bitch." "Why would she say that?" you might wonder. Well, seems that earlier she had walked into the kitchen carrying a small wooden object she had created years ago. She said said, "I found this. I don't know why I made it. I can't remember why I would make things like this." I replied by saying, "Well, why does anyone make art?" Then she walked away. Seems she interpreted my statement as a criticism. She decided that what I meant was, "Ewww, why would anyone want to make yucky art anyway?" Of course this was not what I meant at all. What I meant was, "Well, does art have to have a reason and purpose?"

This is not the first time she's latched onto something innocent I have said and twisted it all around in her head into something negative. She has a tendency to try to try to make me into the bad guy. Then she tries to use that to argue that she needs to move back to NJ.

As I stated earlier, I'm about ready to call it quits on this arrangement. I have been trying to be a good person and do what needs to be done for a woman with a debilitating brain disease. I've tried to be patient and understanding. But I just don't think I'm as strong as one needs to be for something like this.

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