I brought up my concerns with my Ex wife. And we agreed that she would talk to her mom about whatever the issue was. I Don’t think she would ever end up saying anything to her mom, because her mom would keep intruding and acting like an absolute monster. Shortly after the first few times, my ex wife would defend her mother fiercely. And say “that’s just how she is” or “lets just make her happy, and she will stop” or “you know how she gets if we don’t do what she wants” or “in my family we have to.
While my mom was working nights as an ER admissions clerk, my dad would drag me along to a local ice house where he would sit and watch sports while he got drunk with his friends. One of the guys who hung out there noticed that some of the drunks were kind of creeping on me (I was 5 to 6 years old). So he started sitting at the back corner table I preferred because there was enough light for me to read or draw. He would tell me corny jokes, ask about the book I was reading or whatever. Any time a drunk would linger on their way to the toilet, he’d give them what I came to identify as “the grandpa glare”. If I got hungry he’d buy me snacks.
Basically the guy just hung out there because his wife had passed and his daughter had moved to another state with her husband and kids. He just wanted to be around people. It didn’t take him long to realize I wasn’t a typical kid. I was reading high school level books by then and often on subjects like biology, chemistry, archaeology, mythology or whatever else was the main interest at the time. He didn’t talk down to me like a lot of adults did. When dad was too drunk to drive, he wouldn’t let him drive home with me in the car. He would insist on driving us home. He’d drag dad in and put him to bed. He’d set me up with snacks and juice and tell me to call him if I needed help.
Considering that my elder siblings would take off and leave me there alone with dad when he would go on a drunken rampage, it was nice to know that if he got too crazy, I had someone I could trust to help me until my mom could get to me. There was also an elderly Mexican couple that sometimes babysat me that would let me crash on their sofa when needed after they found me outside curled up with their dog in his house, reading a book to him by flashlight. My childhood was pretty messed up.
Technically a CNA is not called a nurse. It’s a degradation to real nurses that go through nursing school. I did go through 1 semester of it but that’s it. I only did clinicals as a CNA and as a Nursing student. However, the one thing that felt tragic to me was when I cared for my grandfather, he had prostate and esophageal cancer often referred to as throat cancer. He had a catheter that was inserted into his stomach. I would flush it, empty it, and clean it it. When I took him to the prostate Doctor my grandfather had to lie back as I held his hand and they inserted a tube into his penis.
My ex wife would literally stop in the middle of having sex with me and go answer her mothers phone call. After years and years of this, I tried talking to her mom and dad. And her mom would instantly lose her temper and start screaming and saying I need to respect her, and she does not have to listen to me. And she would keep doing whatever she wanted. Once I confronted her personally, she did everything she could to destroy me. My ex wife father, is a very quiet, man, lets his wife do whatever she wants. He has checked out of the marriage for 30 years.