Man this is so true.

Dad lies about everything. “I gave her the medication,” Steve exclaims as I ask about the agitation and scratching of the skin mother does when she hasn’t gotten the little red pill which mask the horrible pain she is in at this stage. When I offered to sort out the medicine some six months back because he was forgetting to administer it correctly he yelled, “I do not trust anyone with pharmaceuticals!” But he has us pick them up from the CVS so he doesn’t have to drive there in the nightmare traffic of Hwy 501 or the “service road” alternate. “She ate (this and that) great today,” he will say while the majority of the frozen dinner is sitting in the refrigerator for reheating the next day less I throw it away. Go figure on his duplicity.

I haven’t played the POH or POA card because he was getting it right more than wrong without wanting to admit failure, which is never been an option for this ole’ Marine Colonial. It is only progressing to the point that card may have to be played, and I hate that fact.

Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.