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What works for you sounds pretty callous. But I am breaking my heart right now. I can't seem to get it right with Sista with the loss of her son after 12 years. I have had to represent her like with solicitors the law etc cos she wouldn't go there (he isn't dead) Now with innuendoes she accuses me of stealing from her, I keep envelopes closed (this was bus pass) - she doesn't mean it but I despair. I am so low low low . The void between her and I is massive. I cant seem to put it into words. I know for a fact she really loves to come to me of a Sunday but as soon as she gets out of the taxi - I am in for it. Dust, dinner, she doesn't like turnip, dog is depressed. Loads more but to top it tonight when driving her home we had definitely not my fault - I waited and waited for all clear but driver was driving about 70 mph in a 30mph (she doesn't understand and always a horrendous passenger for years and years) - we had a near miss.
When we arrived at her home she said - you are killing yourself some day and if I was you I'd give up driving.
But those words went far beyond that. Does anybody understand that. Sorry.