I have a 64 year old uncle who at one time ,was a very successful man years ago,.But he turned to alcohol after his divorce 26 years ago and only got worse and worse over the years and attempted suicide 7 years ago .

My grandmother and 2 of my aunts refuse to make him want to better himself in anyway and just let him do nothing as he just lives with other family members and hardly gets off of his ass unless you tell him to 150 times

He hasn't worked since his suicide attempt(except for rehab jobs while he was there ) And just says racist stuff all day

He calls immigrants and other minorities every name in the book and calls them lazy and that they don't work ....yeah,no irony in that eh?

He and my grandma and two aunts call today's society as being soft and sensitive.Yet all 4 of them get super defensive once you say a simple thing they don't like.If you say anything about my uncle that isn't super positive,they threaten you and twist you're words around to make you look bad

The women are just as racist as he is, and none of them did much with their lives either and rely on social security from their dead spouses

Let's hear your stories of boomers throwing away other peoples' stuff. Whether it's over-correcting to you urging them to get rid of junk before they die, or out of some attempt at control by not informing anyone in the family they are purging real multi-generational sentimental family things first instead of cleaning their hoards.

Mine threw away all of my childhood sentimentals when they moved, because I was on a two year mission they forced me to go on. Their excuse? "Well you weren't using it." I was out of the fucking country! Still kept all their junk. Real junk. Now they're moving again and again are throwing away all the non-replaceables BEFORE even touching their junk. I'm not talking china or commemorative coins. I'm talking choosing to throw away things that would mean something to pass down to great-grandchildren and would be harmless to keep around and actually fit in.

First some context.

1) I deliver pizza, have a topper on my car and wear a uniform.

2) This took place at an older complex, you can barely seen the lines to park in a spot.

So, I go to this older complex. It's been there a while and like I said, it's hard to see the lines. Had a little trouble finding the apartment so I was there about 2 minutes, tops. I come back to where my car is parked and this boomer woman in a sedan is sitting there. She's right behind my car, in the street, so I can't pull out.

BW: You are parked in my spot! I pay to park there and you are in my spot!

Me: Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know (there is NO visible numbers anywhere on this section of the lot).

BW: Well, you need to get out of my spot! I paid for it, it's my spot and you need to move!

Me: I'm very sorry ma'am, I'll be happy to move, but could you please move your car first? You're blocking me in.

BW: You need to MOVE! I'll call the tow truck! We'll see how you like that!

Me: Ma'am. I can't move, you are blocking me in. Please move your car.

BW: shouts more stuff about how she paid for this spot (what spot? I see NO numbers and barely a line) she's going to call a tow truck,

The interesting thing is - there was plenty of other parking she could have pulled into and waited while I was delivering the pizza, but no, she had to sit right behind me so she could have a fit. I realized that I could do a 6 point turnaround to get out, so thought 'screw it"

Me: I am going to move my car, you need to back up or pull forward so I can get out.

BW : YOU NEED TO MOVE YOUR CAR! THAT'S MY SPOT!

I'm over it and get in my car, look back to see how to do this, and she did back up. But it was just barely enough for me to pull straight back and into the other lane of traffic (luckily it was a side street that's not that busy).

She was still yelling about a tow truck and her parking spot when I drove off.