| I am the daily online shopping and deliveries. |
| I’m the old house packed full of their own parents’ “stuff” that they could never bear to get rid of and the house has sit mostly vacant since the late 90s. And now the area is failing and totally downhill so it’s worth about $100k on a good day. |
So true! |
| I'm the dusty box with medals I got in Vietnam that none of my kids have interest in nor care about what they cost me. I'm the memory of marching in protest to try and change the world for the better only to be condemned, ridiculed and considered a burden as I entered my final years. |
| I am the room full of dusty old papers that you will get to go through when I die -- you will find unpaid bills, checks that were never cashed, and all of the printouts of all of the investments since the 1980's. (Remember those printouts that were all one long sheet with the edges that you could pull off at the perforation? We got boxes of those!) It will take you a week of working full time just to shred all the paper. Good luck with that! Have fun! |
| I'm the full set of encyclopedias, hummels, and macrame that you soon stand to inherit. |
NP. No wonder you "get" OP. I haven't a clue what either of you are trying to say. "your mother" "my dad" What??? |
| Karma, baby. You reap what you sow. |
| It me, estate tax obsession. |
Yep. I'm "won't invoke LTC insurance because 'I'm not that far gone' and but literally cannot live alone safely and is hurt that family members are increasingly exhausted by the necessary care." |
| I truly hope you all reflect on what a-holes you are being when you are elderly. And no, I am not elderly. |
| I'm a text during the work day that just says "call me". |
I am the tradition of being an a-hole about my elderly parents, just as they were a-holes in their time. We can kind of take a joke. This keeps the world spinning on its axis. |
Instead I'm choosing to reflect on how I can treat my kids better than the way I was treated, and what I can do to make my golden years easier for all of us. |
It's possible to love someone and be frustrated by them at the same time. And it's healthy to express that frustration somewhere harmless - like a jokey thread on an anonymous forum - instead of lashing out at loved but frustrating family members. |