It is starting to get warm here. Yesterday the house was miserable and I found it very hard to work. I turned on the air conditioning last evening for an hour, but not without a major discussion of how I was living off my mother and spending all her money. It is going to be warmer today. When I mentioned AC to my mother, the whole thing started again.
My mother's bank account has grown since I've been living here, mainly because I'm frugal with her money while I am personally beginning to struggle financially. I pay all of my own bills and buy food, but contributions are not heeded. Yes, I get tired of giving and giving and getting nothing but disrespect.
This morning I told my mother that I couldn't stay in a hot house, because I am not able to work. And if I didn't work, I couldn't earn a living. I told her I would be leaving if we were going to live life without AC.
I know I am not the only one with hot-house problems. I wondered how other people handle it. Right now I am sitting here sleeveless and in shorts, dreading the conversation coming up this afternoon. The bad thing about memory loss is you have to go through the same conversations over and over, because they don't sink in.