Talk about bad days I think I just had a dousey. I got up which was good as that meant I was alive. Took my bath and started my day with my husband taking me out for breakfast. It was pouring in rain also. We had a good time. Got back to the car and we came home. Hubby took a bath, I decided to go to Walmart and Business Depot. Got back home and there before me was not my hubby. but Mr. Hyde. He was so mad at me and he told me that "your" son called and he is hungry and wanted to come over. Hubby told my son I was out. So then I am home and the shit hits the fan . He started at me about my son, he is a leech and a bum and has got the balls to ask to come over after we (but it was me) gave him 650.00 to pay for his rent. He my son, had an accident at work several months ago and so he has had no income for several months while he is waitning for Workers Compensation to kick in. They told my son he will not recieve any money from them until he see their doctors. He has already seen his doctor and is having physcio and his legs are a mess and he needs surgery from the accident at work. Now the WCB says he has to wait until June/july until he sees their doctors. So is my son suppose to life on nothing when he has no money? So we were helping him. The best I could as I am on a pension for disablity. I took him several day s last week to Social service for Assistance and they were giving him the run around, They want to know all about the compensation and until they recieve a letter from his family doctor about his condition they will not give him any money either. Nor will my sons natural father help him out one iota not one dam bit. He is such a dead beat father and a real prick and a stupid dam JW. Anyway yesterday we got the forms he needed for the family doctor to fill in so he can take them over to Social Services to recieve some money. He didn't or hasn't had a dime for months. So I took him to the food bank and gave him some of my money that I had to keep him going . However I had to get 650.$ for his rent or he would have been evicted. His father refused to help as he would rather see his own son on the street than help him. However he takes care of his new wive child. I hot and mad as hell. Welfare say they will pay him money next week but his landlady wasn't happy to have to wait for her money as her mortgage is due on the first. I asked his step sister for the money and she sent it and the rent is now payed, but still he has no food in the house. Some how I have to sneak some over to him tomorrow. And so my husband said when the f**k is this kid of yours going to stop, you help him and then he spits in our face. Of course that is a lie, but to my husband who is cracked thinks otherwise. I have no idea why he said that or why he feels that way towards my son. My son is a great kid and for some reason my new husband just can't take to him and I don't know why. I told him if one of his children needed help wouldn't you help them. Wouldn't I help them, would I close the door on them. No way I wouldn't He hemmed and hawed about it. So I have had to listen to my husband since this afternoon, that I stole money from his pocket. I snucked over to my son and probably gave him money. I told my hubby I hadn't seen my son all day. He called my a liar and a thief tonight. During the afternoon when I had gone out to shop and pick up a couple of things I thought he would be happy that I brought him from Ontario Disabilty Support Program a form so he can get new glasses. And then I had gone over to Ontario Housing as we live in a Seniors Building and we are in desperate need of a handicapped unti on account of my physcial condition. It went well. Now you'd think that that would have pleased him but no way in hell, he just lead into my like a banshee calling me everyhing in the book cause of my son and he thought I stole his fucking money. Gawd I was a mess. I just couldn't reason with him if my life depended upon it. He hasn't spoke to me now in several hours. He is treating me like shit. I am so crazy right now I had to come into here just to get this off my chest. I am so sad that my husband believes I would take his money, which I never did or have. If i need money from him I ask him to borrow it from him even though it belongs to both of us. He also said I took money out of the bank and didn't tell him. But I did I put 25.$ of gas in the car an payed for it with interac. He has really been cruel to me as of late. It has happened twice last week that he got all over me for forgetting to do something or did something that upset him. He is 74 yrs old and is suffering from onset of early Alzimers, and he won't take his medication properly. So what am I suppose to do, I can't beat it into him. But he is such a stubborn stubborn man. He has hurt my feelings so much of late that I was going to pick up and leave last week. Then I thought to myself, why the hell should I pick up and move away. Let him do it. I am staying put, I am not budging from this apartment. So if he is that unhappy I am telling him he can leave. His daughter the yongest is a wonderful dear and we get along wonderfully and I told her what pops has been up too and she feels terrible that her dad is being like this. She thinks too he is going mentally or something else that has not be diagnosed She tries real hard the talk to her pops but he never listens and I am beginning to think that the Alzimiers is not all that is going on with him, He has beena total Dr Jeckkyl and Mr. Hyde. It keeps getting worse and I don't know what to really do. I spoke to the doctor the other day and he wants to see him, but I can't drag him to the doctor he puts his back up and says that the doctor only wants to give him all kinds of pills. I guess I just needed to talk to someone and that is why I am here. Thanks for listening to me.
Love Orangefatcat..
