My dad ran his car into a building
So, my pops and I aren't that close due to his years of constant manipulation, I talk to him about once a month (if I'm lucky), or once a week. I try my best not to visit because thats when the favors start being asked. He called yesterday saying he was going up to the cabin (up north on 14 acres with an outhouse, but he regularly cries about how he can't walk well or get around) so I check out on our conversation until he says "if my car makes it, it has a bump"
A what? Explain.
He at first says "a building jumped out in front of me and wrecked my car."
Dude what now? What tf are you talking about.
"Well, you know how my gas and break pedal are too close, I couldn't feel my feet and thought I was hitting the brake and I was hitting the gas... anyway, I hope my car makes it there and back."
Jesus christ, wtf. I am in no place in my life to handle this. This man isn't even 70 yet and doing this crap. I don't want to move him into my house, it'll literally tear my marriage a part. Hus dog hates everyone, otger dogs and cats included. So it's just this huge no go.
There's just this part of me that's so happy that it was just with a building this time, and no one was hurt, so I can ignore this for just a while longer... I know that sounds horrible, but you all don't know the half of his nonsense.
Thanks for letting me vent.