There is a man I know who lives in California. He detests computers and has never had an email address. He's one of the sweetest people you'd ever want to meet and is incredibly spiritual, basically an old hippie, now 70 years of age. He somehow glommed onto me and now he calls me every single day of the week. And he'll talk on and on for one or two hours. The same things over and over again. And he's growing increasingly demanding. He asked me to build him a website to sell a CD he made, and I agreed and charged him a nominal fee. VERY nominal. Like, RIDICULOUSLY nominal. Nearly FREE...
Next, he asked me to critique one of his songs because he plans to remake the CD and wants it to be more palpable for a younger audience. I critiqued it quite thoroughly and he was very pleased. Now he wants me to basically rewrite it, sing it, and record it for him so that he can take it to the studio as an example of what he wants. He really wants me to play it and Lynette sing it, but that's not going to happen. What's next? He wants me to take it on the road? Every time he calls there's a new plan, something that he wants me to do. He's driving me crazy. I got an answering machine, but he left l-o-n-g messages, so now I've even unplugged that.
Now, he's inviting himself along with us if we move to Vienna and has asked me to research apartments, doctors, everything it takes to move abroad, and mail the info to him. I haven't and I won't. I just spent 13 years taking care of my parents in their turns and 37 years as a hands-on in-home parent. If I go to Vienna it will be to finally get a life of my own. So call me selfish.
Don't get me wrong, I understand that he's lonely and that he's taken a shine to me, but what to do? I wouldn't hurt him for the world. And it's nearly impossible to get a word in edgewise to say, "I really have to go, the house is on fire."
Last night I dreamed that I was on the phone with him. All frickin' night. I woke up feeling frustrated and grumpy.
What would you do?