We're in the shit hole known as Brooklyn, NY. She got the "mandate" from her job, and instead of talking about what to do, she's folding like a cheap suit and is gonna get the goddamn shot.
Hell, she was all gung-ho initially when she got the memo. I told her don't give it, let them fire you then you sue them and win and you can retire (because she's already 67). But no, without even talking to me about any dangers, she's decided she's going to get it.
I've been sick of her retarded, narcissistic, idiotic bullshit for 30 years. I swear, she sometimes seems like she has the IQ of a fucking rock.
But goddamnit, why the fuck can't she just talk to me about it?
The funny thing is she thinks she's found my buttons now, but it won't even phase me if she goes there again.
We've said very little to each other for the past couple months and she's been holing up in her room until just recently. Part of that is I believe she is honestly afraid of me because I'm unvaccinated and CNN has been warning her about me.
Maybe you should try pushing her buttons about that. Loom over her saying the big bad cold is gonna get her in her sleep.
Honestly, I'm enjoying the silent treatment and have been doing my best to keep her in that mode.
Last thing I want to do is feed her with the negative attention she's craving.
If she speaks to me (only if she needs something), I respond, and leave it at that.