As I have posted before, FIL has lived with us for two (seems like 20) years now.
I am am so sick of having him here.... he is not mean... just here. He can’t drive or do much of anything for himself. My husband and I are NEVER alone... Mr. Picky does not like respite care....
So, we do not entertain like we used to, but now I don’t even want to get together with friends.... I,don’t even want to have to talk. It is Saturday, and life long friends have invited us to wonderful evening of food, music, in their newly created backyard paradise.... the issue..... I am sitting here wishing for a downpour because I just don’t want to go. I wish I had not responded yes on the rsvp. Why can’t I just pull out of this mood/depression? The mere site of him makes my blood boil. I wonder if I will ever be in a good mood while we are stuck with him here?
Any ideas???? Anyone know a good “rain”dance?