Pirate is staying with me. He has neuropathy in his legs and the pain it going up his spine. All day long I hear about how his pain is worse than mine. He forgets that there is a very valid reason I have a scooter to be able to make a run to the store. There is a reason I am able to have an opioid drug prescribed for me to take three times a day.
Yet in spite of his pain, he refuses to keep his appointments with his doctors, do what they say or take the tests and medications that are prescribed for him. He knows what he needs, they don't. He has done nothing about his housing.
Up to this past week, I have ignored him. But not anymore. I have started to complain right along with him. He has a headache, I have a migraine. His spine hurts, my whole back is out of kilter, whatever his complaint, mine is worse. And by five this evening, he started to complain, and I spoke up. Shut the F*** UP! I yelled at him so loud, I did give myself a headache. I had a few more words for him that he didn't want to hear. Too bad. I am sick of hearing his complaints and yet refuses to do anything about it. Pirate never hears me swear. And I don't allow it in my home.
I reminded him that this is my home, not his. "Go find your own home" If he doesn't like having dirty dishes in my sink, too bad. Go get your own sink. I lit into him like I have never gone after anyone before.
Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. And without any apology.