I was having coffee with a relative, Julie. We were discussing her brother Dan's issues. Dan is bipolar and an alcoholic. On his good days he's a generous, kind person, but on his bad days, he's horrid. Apparently two of his neighbours have a restraining order against him after he drunkenly yelled at them. Julie told me that he had lost his job and was going to sell his house. Julie, Dan and their other siblings jointly own their mother's house up in the country, where their sister Allison still lives. Theoretically, Dan could move up there. However, Dan wants to stay around Ourcity where friends live. So Julie told him that they could build a granny flat on her property and live there.
Me: Uhhhhhhhh, would your husband and kids be ok with that? I mean, he wouldn't be an easy person to live near.
Julie: Oh, I didn't really mean that. He's not going to say yes, he's too proud.
I held my tongue, but should I have said "Well why offer if you don't mean to go through with it"? And he may very well take her up, if his situation gets any more desperate.