My DH86 is so delusional about SD62.  He believes everything she says.  For background, she is on disability and we subsidize her housing expense.  I agreed to a certain amount to get her out of here 7 years ago when DH and I separated finances but not one penny more. He has monthly "allowance".

She doesn't manage money well so when she's short, she calls with a sad story and the White Knight runs $ right over.  It's disgusting to watch but it's his money and not coming out of the household $.

SD61 was here today.  For any newbies, this is my manipulative, sneaky, lying, thieving SD.  She's on disability and we supplement her living expense ELSEWHERE.

She was telling us her various adventures and the overall message is her coping skills are getting stronger.   A recent outage left her without electricity and "I didn't call Dad begging to come over and stay".  Her AC is out in her car but she's not asking to have it fixed, said she's ok.  Several other examples.

Risingthewave posted about her teen SD getting pregnant and being concerned about the impact on her marriage.  Many people urged helping but setting boundaries.  It all made me remember how my mom handled an immature daughter moving in with 2 small kids.

Mom99 and I were reviewing some genealogy material today.  My great-grandmother had 11, yes eleven, children, one every two years like clockwork starting in 1898.  Nine survived.  I am stunned, how did people do it back in the day?  I was just barely hanging on with my 2 and DH's 3.

My great-gps were just regular people, farmers, low income.  How in the world did they do it?