I read someplace online where an old guy said the problem with getting old is none of your friends are young. Not the case for everyone of course but he did bring up a good point.
I’m actually avoiding my older friends. I know it sounds crazy, but after getting sucked into my mom’s world and using every calorie of extra energy to maintain her living standard, I don’t want to be anyone’s tool anymore. I can see it coming a mile away, it starts by one of these old folks asking me for a ride to a medical procedure. Then it’s just downhill from there. And forget about social capital, because they’ll be long dead when I need help. The very reason they’re calling is because they are social capital broke.
My aunt has called up many times and asked me over for lunch and I’ve flat refused. She started glomming on to me around the time my mom spun out. “Oh Sclass you’re such a good son, you really know how to take good care of your mom.” Right. And her daughters live 1000 miles away yet she still wants to live in LA in a four bedroom home alone. I get it, she wants independence and she is still active in a great many ways. But, I don’t want to be her effing tool. She calls asking for IT work, furniture moving, home repair and I just flat out say no.
I told her daughters to move her to their towns while it’s still easy. Nobody seems to want that. My cousins said “well at least she has you, you’re the closest geographically”. Screw that!
It makes me think about my future. I guess I can pay for support up to a point. But I learned from my personal experience that a bag of money alone isn’t good enough - you need trusted agents. The bottle of pills is an option.
My dad basically married a woman my sister’s age. She’s 60 now and showing signs of early onset dementia. Btw she suffers from severe Rheumatoid Arthritis. It’s interesting watching my dad try to come up with his plan C at 85. His youngest child has moved cross country last month to literally escape the noose. She gave up free SF rent in their home because she saw the writing on the wall. Time for plan D daddy.

better not involve me.
He suggested he could move into my late mom’s home and I can reassemble her care team for him if things get worse. I’m going to have to practice saying no in the mirror today.