Anger management

 

English: A horse-drawn taxi sleigh in Vaasa in...

English: A horse-drawn taxi sleigh in Vaasa in the 1920’s. Note the 3-digit phone number 540 for taxi on the phone box. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

David is angry with me again.  Yesterday, he admitted the streets of DC confuse him, but tonight he wants to drive to a celebratory AA meeting in the dark, rain and sleet on those same confusing streets. (He has 34 years of sobriety.)

He wonders why I pitched a fit. He says I am undermining his self-confidence. I remind him of the seniors who have crashed into market places and stores when they lost control of their car. “Their family members didn’t say anything to them,” I tell him. He says I am ridiculous, the church is nowhere near a marketplace. I tell him I am only telling him the truth.

I want David to take a taxi. He will be 84 in a few months, and I think he should curtail night-time driving because he can’t hear the turn signal clicking or any car noises for that matter.

Besides, we got lost in Alexandria last week in broad daylight taking a route we have traveled 4 times a day once every five weeks for many years. We found our way home again, but only after much angst.

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Now, he’s looking at a brochure concerning a workshop sponsored by the American Psychological Association.  Title of the workshop, “Noxious People, Living and Working with High-Conflict Individuals.” I know this is a ploy to annoy me. He won’t attend it, it costs money and is in downtown DC.  

13 thoughts on “Anger management

  1. You can try my ploy — whenever I don’t want to go out (usually at night, in the rain) I say, “Ohhh, darn, I forgot to get gas — there’s no gas in the car.” And that usually ends it. P.S. The only thing that saves us from senile squalor syndrome is … the annual church rummage sale. We make our contributions and resolve not to buy anything (we buy stuff anyway, but never as much as we give away). Anyway, good luck in that DC traffic!

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  2. Tell David I second the motion! “Take the taxi, for goodness sake! Dianne loves you and just wants you safe. We all do.” My husband is not yet 70 and he avoids driving at might if he can help it.

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  3. You are wise worrying about night-time driving. Although my eyesight still is very good generally, I have trouble after dark with reflections from lights and with depth perception. As you say, it’s a better idea to settle back at home on the couch and prop those feet up.

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  4. LOL…get his doc to talk to him. Does he have a sponsor…alive. Get him to talk with david/ It’s taken me a year to get G to empty our his closet. LOL Sober doesn’t mean functional.

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  5. Even I , at 60, do not like to drive at night in a strange place. Of course, I’m not too fond of going out at night any more. Seems like my body and mind have decided that 4 pm is quitting time.

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  6. Wait until he develops dementia and forgets how to get home. My FIL often forgot his address and got off the bus at the wrong stop. Finally, we had to place him in a secure care home at age 82. He died when he was 94.

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