With old age comes problems that are as old as time itself. Your mind begins to crumble. Your body begins to fall apart. You are eventually unable to do things on your own. It's enough to make anyone lose their mind. And sometimes this can result in the worst kinds of situations.
Living with my grandson is so irritating. All he wants to do is sit in his room and play video games all the time. He doesn't want anything to do with me. In fact, it feels like nobody in my family want anything to do with me. All I have is my television and my knitting needles. I had been working on this blanket for a while. Winter was on its way, so what better time to make something like this.
Knitting is something I enjoy doing to waste time until eventually something might enter my life and give it some kind of new meaning. This was a reason why I chose to let him live with me. He seemed like an interesting person to be around from the beginning. I don't know what drove him away from me. Is it something I did? I hope not. But would I feel terrible if it was? Probably not.
The kid needs to grow up and take some kind of responsibility around here. I'm the only one around that cooks and cleans this place. He won't even come out to ask if there's anything that he can do to help. He shouldn't have to ask for help, it's his place too. He should be able to look at something and feel the need to clean it just as I do.
It's not fair that after all the hard work I've done to help my family out as much as I did, that I'm stuck living out my retirement with someone that has no respect for me at all.
No, I'm not overthinking. I mean, can you blame me if I am? I'm being forced into loneliness. There's not a single person around here that can tell me that my blanket or scarves or any other knitting projects look good.
All this thinking is making me feel incredibly lonely. I figured it'd be a good time to turn the television on so I can try to take my mind off of things.
There was this cute romance movie on. The man and woman were sitting next to each other on a bench, talking. I couldn't help but smile. Young love was such a beautiful thing. I truly miss when I was younger and able to actually find someone that showed any kind of love toward me. Of course, the guy always turned out screwing me over in one way or another.
One of the people I was with was physically abusive while another ended up blowing all the money I'd saved up for years. They kind of ruined relationships for me. I mean, can you blame me? The people you might refer to as a 'man' is anything but. And yet being a woman is looked on as weak, but yet we can put up with so much that men could never even begin to understand
I looked down at my watch. It was getting pretty late. Had this much time already went by? It was just daylight a few minutes ago. It's incredible that I haven't heard anything from my grandson.
I stood from the couch and made my way to his room. It looked like he was sleeping. His television was off. The room smelled like something was rotting. It looked like the room hadn't been cleaned in months. I told him he needs to take a shower. I pulled back his covers and was in shock. There was a rotting corpse in his bed.
I sped back to the living room to call an ambulance. Maybe they'd know what to do.
After I got to the living room I paused for a moment... and sat back down on the couch. I forgot what I was going to do. I grabbed my knitting needles and continued knitting my blanket. Sure, the end of it was stretched all the way back into the kitchen. I didn't care. All I knew was I was upset with my grandson. He'd rather sit in his room and play videogames instead of being around his own grandmother.
Living with my grandson is so irritating. All he wants to do is sit in his room and play video games all the time. He doesn't want anything to do with me. In fact, it feels like nobody in my family want anything to do with me. All I have is my television and my knitting needles. I had been working on this blanket for a while. Winter was on its way, so what better time to make something like this.
Knitting is something I enjoy doing to waste time until eventually something might enter my life and give it some kind of new meaning. This was a reason why I chose to let him live with me. He seemed like an interesting person to be around from the beginning. I don't know what drove him away from me. Is it something I did? I hope not. But would I feel terrible if it was? Probably not.
The kid needs to grow up and take some kind of responsibility around here. I'm the only one around that cooks and cleans this place. He won't even come out to ask if there's anything that he can do to help. He shouldn't have to ask for help, it's his place too. He should be able to look at something and feel the need to clean it just as I do.
It's not fair that after all the hard work I've done to help my family out as much as I did, that I'm stuck living out my retirement with someone that has no respect for me at all.
No, I'm not overthinking. I mean, can you blame me if I am? I'm being forced into loneliness. There's not a single person around here that can tell me that my blanket or scarves or any other knitting projects look good.
All this thinking is making me feel incredibly lonely. I figured it'd be a good time to turn the television on so I can try to take my mind off of things.
There was this cute romance movie on. The man and woman were sitting next to each other on a bench, talking. I couldn't help but smile. Young love was such a beautiful thing. I truly miss when I was younger and able to actually find someone that showed any kind of love toward me. Of course, the guy always turned out screwing me over in one way or another.
One of the people I was with was physically abusive while another ended up blowing all the money I'd saved up for years. They kind of ruined relationships for me. I mean, can you blame me? The people you might refer to as a 'man' is anything but. And yet being a woman is looked on as weak, but yet we can put up with so much that men could never even begin to understand
I looked down at my watch. It was getting pretty late. Had this much time already went by? It was just daylight a few minutes ago. It's incredible that I haven't heard anything from my grandson.
I stood from the couch and made my way to his room. It looked like he was sleeping. His television was off. The room smelled like something was rotting. It looked like the room hadn't been cleaned in months. I told him he needs to take a shower. I pulled back his covers and was in shock. There was a rotting corpse in his bed.
I sped back to the living room to call an ambulance. Maybe they'd know what to do.
After I got to the living room I paused for a moment... and sat back down on the couch. I forgot what I was going to do. I grabbed my knitting needles and continued knitting my blanket. Sure, the end of it was stretched all the way back into the kitchen. I didn't care. All I knew was I was upset with my grandson. He'd rather sit in his room and play videogames instead of being around his own grandmother.
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