I got a call from my mom Three of them I was out trying to watch the sun set I couldn't because clouds were near the horizon I couldn't get a hold of her I went the next day to see what she needed Money I knew where the money she had went Her grandson had gobbled it all up The drugs, the cigarettes, fast food every day, trips all over She loves her grandson Enough to exclude all the rest of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren I don't know how long she can keep it up Are there loans against the house? How far in debt is she really? There are plenty like her in the same situation I call it stealing Others might call it elder abuse Either way, it sucks, big time!
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Posted: Sep 2020
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This crap has been going on since 1995. There are plenty of kids who don't honor their parents, and too many parents and grandparents who spoil their children, who grow up to become zoo animals, not able or wanting to make it on their own in the wild.
I'm a former Wisconsinite! The scenario you described plays out too often, I can identify with a few myself. We justify being an enabler out of misplaced love, feeling sorry for the person, and sometimes out of pity. As soon as the grave train dried up or a bit of tough love in instituted nothing will change.
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