It does seem true that you can’t help those who don’t want help.
Does anyone recall those old farts that hoarded plastic bread bags? and jelly jars? I never understood that bread bag thing.
How many grocery sacks do you all have squirreled away?
I bet half the country has 50 of them stashed away for some reason
I will read the reply’s in the AM
After all was said and done, I realized that I should have upon arriving at her house in the first place and seeing that she could not take even one step without grunting loudly in terrible discomfort, I should have immediately told her she was in no shape to have any kind of surgery instead of just ASKING her IF she was sure she felt up to going. Owning up to having bitten off more than I can chew has always been difficult for me. I can usually gut it out. - It’s a win-win situation for her; now she can demonize and blame me for “knocking her out of getting her surgery” and doesn’t have to take any responsibility for opting out. - In fact, she became so abusive to me that I finally had to just get out of the awful traffic and out of “her” car and rent myself a motel room for the night while she took her car back home. I then had to call my husband from out of town to come pick me up and then drive an extra hour to her house to pick up my vehicle. She flatly TOLD me that everything was going to be done HER WAY period and I realized then that she had finagled to get me into driving her van with the pretense (I think) of “not being able to get into my van”. I think I did finally learn that it is futile to try to reason with spoiled and unreasonable people. Like trying to bathe a cat; it scratches you, you don’t really get the cat clean, and the cat ends up hating you. . or put another way, “No good deed goes unpunished” when dealing with an irrational person with their own agenda. I kept trying to tell her, once I found that she had been giving me incorrect addresses, that there was no way I could have driven around Huntsville, Alabama without at least knowing the correct street and find the place. SHE had made the reservations and knew what street the place was on - not me. As it was, at first I drove for two and a half hours in Huntsville, in horrible traffic, in road construction areas on the chance that I might accidentally find it. - Oh well, live and learn.