I posted my blog too early yesterday. So, here's what happened, in case you haven't heard. If we remember that yesterday both I and Grandpa went grocery shopping. I had gone when it was raining out, so my car was parked with the trunk closest to the garage. Grandpa came in to my room (without knocking or asking of course) and wanted me to move my car because he had to go to the grocery store... I told him I was on the phone, but I'd be out soon. He must not have believed me or remembered I said I'd be done soon, because he came in two more times in 5 minutes. I finally obliged and came out. Part one of the argument: he's mad at me for parking how I did, I'm asking him what he's going to the grocery store for because between the two of us we probably already got it today. Part two of the argument: He's telling me it's non of my "god-damn business what he's getting" and I'm asking him to stop swearing at me. That I'm trying to save him a trip if he's going to get something we already have (I don't think he even remembered what he was going to get). Part three of the argument: He's got his face a foot away from mine and is sticking his keys in my face yelling and swearing at me to move my car. I tell him I don't want to move my car if he's going to treat me that way and tell him to come inside when he's figured out a way to talk to me without swearing at me. Part four? I go inside and hear him start his car engine. I come out to see him moving my car with his car. I smack the side of his car to get him to stop. I go to move my car and when I get out I hit the side of his car again to get him to stop his car. He rolls down his driver's side window so I go around the front of his car to talk to him, but he puts it in drive and starts driving AT ME looking more angry then I've ever seen ANYONE...Until I storm inside the house and realize I'm screaming, no screeching. I hear myself, but it sounds like someone completely different. I actually catch myself thinking, "who is that woman continuously screeching 'HE TRIED TO RUN ME OVER!!!! HE TRIED TO RUN ME OVER!!! MY GRANDPA JUST AIMED HIS CAR AT ME WITH THE INTENTION OF HITTING ME!!'?" I call my Mom, but he's decided against the store and is following me around asking me what my problem is and asking to speak to her. When he gets on the phone with her he is laughing saying I've gone nuts and can she please come pick me up. I'm crying, beyond frustrated. He doesn't remember what he did, and he's LAUGHING to my mom AT ME. I take the phone in my room and he wont let me shut the door. I tell him to leave, but it's apparently his house and I can get the hell out. I try to leave my room then, but he's blocking it. Telling me I'm an idiot. Telling me to leave. Finally I get the door shut and locked and Bill calls him on their phone to lure him away from yelling at me from outside my door. Within fifteen minutes he is in his room watching TV.
I go to talk to the police to file a report, but it isn't very satisfying. He says he could take my Grandpa to jail, but neither of us wants that. He says filing a report is useless, unless I want to submit it to car insurance for the almost non existent scratches on my rear bumper. He wants to know why my grandpa even has a car and keys. Why would I put people in danger by giving him these resources. He says it's a civil dispute, and since he doesn't know if I was just saying all this to take advantage of my grandfather, he can't do much. He says since my grandpa didn't put his hands on me or Carol, that any action would probably by unnecessary. I'm just supposed to keep a record of it for lawyers to use as evidence that he isn't able to make rational decisions later. Then the police officer tells me a lovely story about how they finally decided his grandma should go to an assisted living community after she pulled a knife on his aunt. Oh, and do I know if my grandpa has access to any weapons? I sleep with my bedroom door locked and barely sleep, every time Carol comes to the kitchen for a late night snack, I'm sure it's Grandpa getting a knife. I know this is irrational.
When I went to work this morning Carol is up, but not Grandpa. When I get home from work they are just putting out left over chicken from last night. I go to my room to change and I can hear Carol telling Grandpa that I'm home from work, "whoopee," he says. My hands are shaking despite myself when I come into the kitchen to make some vegetables to go with the chicken they are eating. Since Grandpa was asking me the normal questions he asks about every afternoon, "Where did you go? Is your Ma/Bill coming down?", I decide it's OK to sit at the place setting Carol has set for me. He doesn't seem to remember at all. Besides only talking to politely respond to questions, I'm silent. After dinner I hand him his medicine where he is sitting with 2 cigarettes un-lit in his lap one lit in his mouth. He sets it to the side and I go to my room. When I come out in an hour I can't find the shot glass we put his medicine in. Me and Carol look everywhere, and finally it's found inside the pack his cigarette packs come in (does this make sense?). "He hid his medicine," I say to Carol, "No," she defends, "he just didn't know where it went." I want to believe in her sweetness, but I doubt he accidental shoved his un-taken pills in the back of a cigarette carton. I don't want to risk him yelling at me, so I ask Carol to bring him water and his medicine. I wait quietly at the door to their room as she has him take it. She comes back to the door to hand me the empty shot glass, and he notices me. "Now, what the hell is going on." I wasn't expecting this response, so I run away as I hear Carol explaining that I wanted to make sure my Grandpa was healthy so I...
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