Had to call off work yesterday, woke up went to shave and could barely stand. Apparently me not being in pain was delayed. Spent the day getting high and playing Path of Exile 2. Probably should have been resting but, well we live and learn… some of us anyways.
Of course it’s my own fault, I was talking about how great I am and how much pain I’m not in at the moment.
This is why I could never be a ‘hero’, they know better than to hand the universe such an easy line.
Such is life though. I’m at work today, slow as hell. There’s 7 support people for 1 c-suite person. 4 IT people, 2 EA’s and 1 Security person. Hopefully the C-suite will leave and the rest of us can go home. My boss is already talking about leaving at noon. As is his right.
The old place still has some work to do, I’ve been stopping by after work and loading up my car and grabbing stuff. I think Wednesday I overdid it grabbed a few heavy boxes and well now I’m back to being disabled. Today after work I’m going by again, just to get 1 or 2 things, not going to over do it, but I did order a new bookcase and desk chair and put in the old address. I was supposed to pick them up yesterday but didn’t think I could do the drive. The cars vibration just sets off my back even worse and I’d rather not deal with that.
So today I’ll pick up the chair, the bookcase I was able to cancel and re-order to the new place. But we’ll see what happens, maybe it’ll be there, maybe not. Not saying people in the neighborhood steal, but it’s clear I’m moving out, and it’s not like I’ll know who took it. If it’s gone, I’ll just have Amazon resend it or whatever.
We work on the 2nd floor, I came up the stairs and realized, nope elevator for the rest of the day. Sigh. Bodies are stupid. Let this be a lesson to take care of yourself in your younger years. I certainly didn’t. :|
I’ll make it through, probably by Monday I’ll be fine. Which means this weekend is going to suck, but it is what it is. I’m going to reach out to Seth and ask him to drive out and help. He won’t like it but I’ll offer to give him some money or something. Ashley will also be helping but she’s got a whole other set of things to take care of.
Her mother, Janel, is… well like my mother a train wreck. Janel is incapable of taking care of herself, and everyone knows it. She relies on Ashley and her other daughter to fix all the problems she runs across because she ‘just can’t.
Janel has been living with her long time friend Barb and Barb’s husband Joe.
Barb passed away a few weeks ago, very unexpected, she went to the hospital on Monday, Tuesday they had her in hospice and she died Wednesday.
Joe, is selling the house and moving in with his kids. He’s in his late 60’s and him and barb were married for 30 something years. To say he’s devastated is an understatement.
Barb’s last wish was that everyone make sure Janel is taken care of. Because she knows that Janel can’t do anything by herself. Since then, Ashley and her sister have gone to help clean up Janel’s things and help her get her shit together.
Janel works as a cleaning person (maid), yet her personal stuff is filthy. For instance, her room is stacked to the walls with things, ashley found dishes, bowls/plates and silverware buried under a mountain of trash. The carpet was a light brown/grey is now blackish.
So clearly they have to get all her stuff out and cleaned so that they can even list the house. Janel seems to think that everyone should wait a year or more so SHE can get her stuff together and then they can let her move out. OR Joe can sell the house to someone who will allow Janel to live there for another year or 3 to get herself together.
Janel just … breaks down whenever she’s asked to do anything. Because ‘it’s too hard’. Years ago when Ashley and I decided to move in together (she was about to lose her house and i was going to be homeless. so we figured if we moved in we could sort it out, we did not want to live together as we’d only been ‘dating’ for about 3 months but sometimes you do what you have to do), Janel had 30 days to pack her things, since she would be moving from the basement to one of the upstairs rooms. When I showed up with the Uhaul to unload things. she had done nothing.
Her reasoning? “Well I’m just depressed, so I haven’t been able to do anything.”
We’re all depressed, but now you’ve made it so everyone else has to work harder because of your fuck ups. Which was my first time encountering this from Janel, but it’s a common theme. Just non stop laziness until someone else comes in and does the work for her. Because it’s too hard. Because this, because because because. I learned from Ashley this has been her MO since, Ashley was 10 or 11, once Ashley was old enough to take care of things, Janel just… stopped. She dumped everything on her oldest daughter and figured it would ‘sort itself out.’
Only CPS stepping in and taking Ashley and her sister away made any difference, but even then, her excuses were it was too hard. etc etc.
Anyways. Ashley will be spending half the day at Joe’s place trying to sort out Janel’s stuff. Last week her sister, Kasey, went there with her son to try and help. They spend 4 hours there, Janel just sat and cried and complained the whole time, Kasey says they were only able to get 2 boxes packed. Because Janel kept fighting them on everything.
It was like an episode of Hoarders. Ashley sat her mom down and told her, “No one gives a shit, this is happening whether you like it or not. No one is giving you, a 50 year old woman, another year to get your shit together and find a place. No one cares that this is ‘unfair’. Barb has died, you need to move. Joe is not responsible for you and your shit. He’s trying his best but he also is hurting and needs to get out of this house that he shared with his wife, who just died, for 30 years. Get your shit together. Stop making excuses.”
Janel just cried and talked about how unfair it all was.
Monday night, Janel’s 10 year old dog died. Joe called Ashley because he didn’t know what else to do. Ashley drove out and calmed her mom down, then came back home to go to bed and off to work.
Ashley and I have an agreement about our family, we each ‘deal’ with the drama and what not that comes from our own side of the family. I wouldn’t want to put all that on someone.
Ashley’s family doesn’t hate me, but they don’t like the fact that I won’t kowtow to them or follow their instructions. Her mom and I got into it about computers 1 time. Because 30 years ago she worked on mainframes and knows that the PC is the RAM, which is the Tower that goes under the desk. She wanted me to remove the RAM and take off the photos she had and put them on another RAM card.
If you can’t figure out what’s wrong with what she’s asking....
Moving on, Ashley’s dad and I don’t get along because he’s a piece of shit and I’ve called him out on it several times. He was disappointed in his wife(ves) because they all have given him daughters. That’s right 3 different wives 3 different daughters. No sons. So he thought because ashley and I were dating that my son was his to ‘pass on his family name’
He started telling me how to raise my son, where to send him to school and what he ‘expects me to teach him.’
I Very un-politely told him to go fuck himself. And if he ever mentions my son again I’ll break his fucking jaw. For some reason he doesn’t come around much.
Ashley and his relationship is… well non existence, expect in a business sense. IF she can make him money then he’ll converse with her. Otherwise they don’t talk, he might send her something on her birthday, but usually not. The big reason we sold the house was because it was in his name, and he refused to transfer the property to Ashley as he promised. So we sold it and moved out. He gave us some of the money we put into it (not nearly enough) and since then he has not bothered trying to talk to her about anything.
The last time he saw us he said something derogatory towards Ashley and I let him know that if he ever does that I’ll take him outside and curb stomp him. He thought it was a joke, his new wife, Robin (who is 27, his daughter was 26 at the time)was very upset that Ashley and her sister wouldn’t call her ‘Mom’. Bitch please. Robin cried, then he looked it up what curb stomping was and they left. Sadly we haven’t had to deal with them for several years.
Meh, pain is affecting me more than I thought I’m just rambling now. Few more hours to go then I can just go and lay down with an ice pack.
Always remember, the light at the end of the tunnel, may be you.
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