Again with the attempt at bullying.

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You are taking me in to town tomorrow, right.  Said in a booming aggressive voice.  Again, I told her, she needs to call around.  I won't just drive willy nilly wherever she might please.  Second, she has to pay for gas.  And, finally, she has to ask nicely.  She paid for gas, last month.  And didn't go anywhere.

Uhm, wrong.  She put twenty in the tank, was driven to the various stores often several times a week.  And a fill is eighty bucks, depending on the day.  I filled twice or so.  Two and a half times?  Trust me, I don't go to town that often.  My auto has bill will go way down.  So, no.  I didn't even bother with that, was still quite sore about her cutting her debt by $350 after having been forgiven $250.  So, no, she didn't pay for gas last month.

She kept pushing so I simply told her I wouldn't drive her in.  She'll have to find a local with the time and willingness to help.  I've just about had it.  No, I won't help her move, either.  I am her son.  Not servant, not slave.  I will be treated with respect or not at all.

She seems to be buying some food.  Where, how?  A lot of things she does, and has been doing for a while, I don't know about.  Drug use friends, mormons she knows, I don't know and she won't say.  I'm guessing she's more on the fentinol/opioid side of things.  If... she's back to it, that is where she would go.  Can resemble dementia.  Though, at a certain age, the two might blend.

She seems to enjoy the mess she is in.  I'm not sure why, or how she can be happy.  Maybe she thinks I'll change my mind?  Or, does she enjoy the drama more than stability.  I... don't think she cares, either, any way things might go.  As long as it entertains her.  Typical with a lot of women.  Modern women for certain, and that she is.

So be it.  One by one, things are being cut away.  I won't help, or change my mind.  I will say she is in for serious sticker shock.  But that is a personal problem.  She really had it extremely good here.  Simple rules, simple living.

Oh, it sounds like she broke the sprinkler(s).  Part of why I didn't want her doing that.  Tried to order me to fix that so she could break it again most likely.  Nope.  The lawn won't be watered until she is gone.  And I'll do it, thank you.  I just hope I don't have to replace parts.  Stupid cows shouldn't touch tech.  She can't run the dishwasher, reverse osmosis, or ice maker.  But sprinklers either?  What a clot.  Bleh.