Joe and I traveled to Springfield to visit our friend Cira. While there, my Dad called me a few times. Each time it was to tell me about the bad day that they were having. He was continuously complaining about everything that she does or doesn't get done. Yes, she was yelling and swearing at him. If he could just stop speaking to her the way that he does, and also help her a bit more....just maybe there would be less fighting going on between them.
My dad was calling her crazy. She grabbed the phone from him, and said to me...."Don't listen to him, he is F...... crazy, and I am not much better." I told them both to stop the arguing, and then I hung up.
This all must stop. They both need to move to some place easier for them both. This is very upsetting to both my brother and myself.
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