Last Dinner Party Ever
No matter what I do, the curmudgeon manages to make the dinner unpleasant enough I never want to do it again. We were okay through the first half, then I cleared plates and scraped them into the wrong garbage bag. It went downhill from there. If the new drugs don't make him less unpleasant, we will not have dinner guests again. We used to enjoy it but now he doesn't enjoy anything. My niece ended up wanting to leave early due to an anxiety attack. Gee, I wonder where she picked up on that.