The only thing I really care about on TV is NASCAR, which I usually watch in HD on the set in the living room but that’s the only TV that is hooked up to a DVD player so, of course, when he rents a movie, he has to use that one while I’m consigned to a hard chair to watch my race on the TV in the kitchen.
It doesn’t have to be this way. He offers to wait to watch his movie but I know it will be less distracting to have him occupied rather than flouncing around not knowing what to do with himself.
Mom loves John but she wants him to go home. I think it is because she tries so hard to rise to the occasion and appear “normal” in front of him. It’s stressful for her. So, she wants to know if we can buy him a bus ticket and send him home, or maybe we can take him home in the car. She says she’ll gladly pay for the trip. (He already has a ticket to fly home).
“Hush, Mom, don’t let him hear you talking like that, you’ll hurt his feelings,” but she is pretty much beyond caring if she hurts anyone’s feelings.
“He makes me nervous. I want him to go.”
He makes me nervous, too, because of his effect on her. And she makes me nervous as I try to be the middle man between them.
I think I need to ask my doctor about doubling my dosage of anti-anxiety pills.
Vicki Williams is a columnist for the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached through the newspaper at email@example.com.