I forgot to mention this bit in my amazement at how twisted things can get...

From Lizzie -

David, I tried to help you last night, out of concern for your grandson.

I was wrong to do this, because even THAT you have used to belittle me.


I find that deeply disturbing.


I will not bother again.

Does anyone apart from me remember HOW that help was offered and how ironic the 'deeply disturbing' remark is?

Well, I can show you. This is how the 'helping me' post was phrased -

David, forget this fucking stupid game you like to play and listen!! I've just turned the computer back on to come and tell you this, because it's worrying me.

"I realy do appreciate your concern. Apparently everyone in the world is expected to get the rotovirus before they are two years old! That is something that realy does concern me!"


Whoever told you that was talking rubbish. Yes, it's common, but it's not THAT common. Also, it can be really awful, and I mean mega AWFUL.
My son slipped into unconsciousness for near on two days when he had it. He was utterly and completely dehydrated. I have never seen a little soul go downhill so rapidly and so frighteningly.

So, in a nutshell, to 'help' me, she began with a personal attack (forget this fucking stupid game etc.) It then went on to state that my verifyable statment about everyone getting it was rubbish. Well, OK - That was part right. It was not everyone before the age of two, but everyone before the edge of five. Rubbish though? I think not. It then went on to Lizzie's favourite subject, Herself. No matter what has happened to anyone it has always happened to Lizzie, worse, more often, differently and with knobs on.

How was any of this suppose to be helping me? For anyone to even imagine it would is what is realy disturbing...

I am getting heartily sick of it all.

Dave