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Apparently this is waytoquit.org's slogan or something

Found it on a water bottle

But when I read it

It's more my motto when I'm at the gym

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Mom and Dad took Gma and Gpa to live in an assisted living center last week.

Gma is mad as hell.

Gpa was okay with it when it they first visited and realized there was still life and freedom after 85 and with other folks even. But then again Gpa prolly can't remember where he's at most of the time.

Gpa lost his marbles, but he's still physically able to move around and do what he needs to do, if he can remember what that was exactly.

Gma is the disabled one in a wheelchair, but she's got her marbles. She knows when shit is going down and she will let you know how mad she is, but she can't physically do nothing about it.

But Gpa prolly can't remember where he put his wife every once in awhile or where he is and he can't lift her up the rest of his life so we deemed them ready for assisted living.

We did try other remedies. Her daughter came up and was ready to live with them and take care of them, but her Momma yelled and screamed and cussed and basically disowned her daughter and kicked her right out the house and prolly out of the Will.

It's hard when it's family. So we thought we'd try strangers who get paid to do it and on their turf, not Gmas.

It's not like they can't afford the help. They are pretty well off.

She's technically got it all together if she really really wanted to go home to live I don't think we could stop her, but she couldn't get her food, shower, bathroom, get in and out of bed, etc. And she obviously doesn't except help in her home. So essentially they'd be leaving her at home to die. What's the laws on that? It can't be elder abuse cuz she's got her own mind, right? Gpa lost his so we have power of attorney over him and his stuff cuz he prolly don't remember he has stuff...

But because Gma is the brains of that partnership she gets talking to Gpa and gets him all upset and convinces him we all liars and theifs and stuff. So she juss upsets him for no reason really. It's annoying to watch that manipulation. Why can't she let him be happy? I mean honestly, let the man walk around the property and just forget he has a wife at all or where he's at, and just let him have that moment.

Mom said Gma got Gpa all riled up and was all serious and ready to leave the place cuz it "just wasn't working out" and that Dad took the car keys and said "This is where you live now." (First reaction is: Are we talking about the same dad here? Cuz he don't talk like that)

They had to tag team this dance into the assisted living. Dad got Gpa into the place so Gma couldn't convince him to drive away with her. Then it took a little while before they convinced Gma if she wanted to talk to her husband she'd have to go inside eventually. I think she sat in the parking lot for awhile. She finally went in. They took the car keys. Unpacked the car and unpacked their stuff in their room. All the while Gma is hollering and screaming. They listened politely as they put her clothes away in her closet and drawers.

It's a good thing that woman is the disabled one cuz I could see her kicking some ass.

The report the next day was she was still at the home, had only one bathroom break at that point, but she didn't boycott the food. I hear the elderly go downhill when they made up their mind that they ain't happy where they are. I can't say that would be entirely a bad thing to let this woman's bitterness take her quicker. But yeah, if you choose a bad attitude I'm sure life as disabled would suck even more. So we'll see what she decides.

I wonder if my parents will learn from this experience and fight us the same or not.

And now we're expected to go visit Gpa (who wouldn't even remember us) and this angry, bitter woman with an over enuthusiastic greeting about the fact they now live closer to us and we'll be seeing more of them.

I envision my over enuthusiastic greeting something along the lines of "Aren't you just a bundle of joy!? I'm SO glad to see you!" and Mom smacking me upside the head for my patronizing tone or just plain lies.

This'll be great.

Growing old sucks.