I don’t want to fix him.
A light bulb has to want to change.
Quite clearly he is only back out of expediency and life will soon go topsy turvy again.
Skip that.
And no, this is his mom’s house and I will make that clear as well, with no words.
When it’s over, it’s over and I’ve reached my point.
This is suppose to be a happy time, a joyous occassion and I am not interested in working to make it so, with someone who is terminal, in my opinion.
I told his mom he was going to get worse and each time he has.
My mom would have tossed any of us out for this, the first time and if we ever spoke to her in manner not befitting a Mom then a number 10 iron skillet would be ringing off the side of a head.