I am the author of the Stab Caesar Salad/Drug Grandma stories, and it’s time for another episode of this saga. Buckle up; this one’s a doozy.
Grandma is almost ninety-four, and she’s sharp as a tack, but she’s an expert at playing stupid. She is super manipulative and really bad at handling her money. When she moved in with us, she was drowning in credit card debt. My dad, realizing he would be responsible for that debt if she died, immediately took control of her debit card, canceled all of her credit cards, and consolidated her debt. He then worked with her and managed to get it paid off.
Grandma was offended when none of the credit card companies sent her a thank-you card after she paid off her debt even though she was a “loyal customer that they know personally.”
Dad uses her debit card to pay for things like her prescriptions, special food she wants, copays on doctor visits, etc. He does not allow her to shop on [TV Shopping Network] anymore, and despite what she tells people, he does let her get a few things she wants — but only after her needs are taken care of.
My uncle is just as bad with money. He retired early, spent a few years traveling around America until he ran out of money, and now resides on his daughter’s couch.
[Uncle] takes Grandma to her doctor’s appointments while my dad is working. Dad always gives [Uncle] Grandma’s debit card for the expenses. [Uncle] always has my cousin’s dog with him so he doesn’t have to go inside the doctor’s office with Grandma, and he gives her the debit card. She always gives it back when she’s done, and my dad gets it back when they get home. It’s a good system.
One day, we get some packages that are addressed to “Grandma [Last Name].” Only my cousin sends her packages with “Grandma” written on them instead of her first name. They are mega-expensive vitamins that Grandma saw in a commercial on TV claiming to be the best, and since commercials never lie, she had to have them. This wouldn’t be the first time she manipulated my cousin into buying her something either she already had at home or my dad had said no to for whatever reason.
My mom is pissed because Grandma makes her special-order vitamins that aren’t available in stores, and further questioning reveals that Grandma wants to be on both vitamins at the same time. Did she ask us to get her these new vitamins? No. Why?
Grandma: “I knew you would’ve just said no.”
Over the next week, several more packages of various expensive junk arrive addressed to “Grandma [Last Name].” We are confused. My dad calls my cousin, but she says she hasn’t bought Grandma any of that stuff.
Then, my dad gets the statement for Grandma’s debit card. One time, while at the doctor’s office, when my uncle was waiting in the car, she wrote down her debit card number on a scrap piece of paper and hid it. Dad and Grandma get into a huge argument that boils down to:
Grandma: “It’s my money! I should be able to spend it how I want!”
Dad: “Blowing your money on stupid s*** is how you got into debt in the first place!”
Grandma: “Well, I’m going to call my social worker and my lawyer, and they’ll make you give me complete control of my money!”
Dad: “You don’t have a lawyer!”
Grandma: “Then I’ll hire one!”
Dad: “You have no money!”
Grandma: “They’ll do it for free!”
This went on for almost half an hour. I removed the name-calling that was mostly done by my grandmother. She truly believed that she could get a lawyer to take her case for free (or nearly free) and she would win. Surprising no one, we never got a visit from a lawyer about this. Grandma could not understand why we were all mad at her. We were kind of hoping she would make good on her threat and call social services and they would take her away.
Two or three weeks later, a social worker showed up at our house. (The social worker actually tried to visit earlier, but Dad was in a meeting at work and asked her to come back later.) Grandma actually called them, though she claimed ignorance. No one believed her and she didn’t understand why. The social worker talked to Grandma, and then she talked to my dad and came back with this:
Social Worker: “We can’t get her into a home permanently, but we can get her into one for a two-week period so you and your family can have a break from her.”
For whatever reason, my dad did not take her up on this offer.
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