Steve's supposed to be my carer yet he doesn't give two hoots about it when I need him!
I fell over backwards this morning while trying to clear up Mitzi's poo. My bum landed in a very wet recycling box and our bin fell over so I couldn't even use that to haul myself up with.
I managed to get up and Mitzi's poo cleared up eventually, but Steve's supposed to be my carer yet he didn't even leave his seat this morning. Watching YouTube video's on the telly is obviously more important that his freaking wife who's disabled!
I've changed out of my trousers and put my cardigan to wash as they were both dripping wet... what does Steve do? He keeps watching bleeping YouTube!
He does absolutely nothing to earn the title of my carer, yet he expects me to do everything for him while he spends 20 hours a day in his freaking chair!
Well no more.
He's not going to take his keys with him when he goes out at lunchtime. Expects me to let him in. Well tough. No more. If he doesn't take his keys then he just stays outside!
I'm going to do for him exactly what he does for me.
Bleeping nothing!
