Got the news today that Daddy Dearest won't be walking again. He, of course, told them that he wasn't going to a nursing home. He insisted that he is going back home with full time help - at a cost of $144K per year.
Hello....Daddy Dearest doesn't have that kind of money. At that burn rate, he will run out in three years. Leaving my mother, who is in a nursing home, penniless. That, of course, doesn't bother him in the slightest. Not a surprise, since it is all about him all the time. He's always been a selfish bastard.
Of course, when my mother became wheelchair bound due to a massive cerebral bleed, he instantly said that he couldn't afford the help necessary to keep her at home. He planned to leave her in the cheapest dump possible, and live with his mistress who the family affectionately calls the Office Whore. We, his children, thwarted him by threatening to sue him on our mother's behalf and to ruin him. Of course, that didn't stop him from putting her in the cheapest dump possible - where she did not get any rehab at all during the critical first six months of her recovery, thereby insuring she would remain crippled - but we did manage to get him to put her in a better nursing home (which has banned him, by the way, insuring that he will never live with his wife again). And I still pay for her rehab.
It's going to be interesting to watch my brothers tell him that he's going to a nursing home. Perhaps the best strategy is to express great pleasure that mom is finally going home to live with him - which I think is the last thing he wants.
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