short time of peace and then....
It was a short 3 weeks of peace while I was sick with bronchitis but at least Sonnie was gone. The house was so quiet with out drama it was nice. And then the call came yesterday while I was in the middle of taking my door to the Va for the art competition. He said that he was back. Oh CRAP. And that he was wondering around in town not knowing what to do or where to go. It was raining everywhere.
I dropped everything I was doing to go and help him. My day turned into hell. Hell in the pouring rain and floods.
Today I'm still sorting out this CRAP. Nothing good came out of it. Just CRAP and MISERY. I got soaked several times over. The rain was so hard I couldn't see out of my windsheild yesterday and I got lost in the city looking for him. I could go on and on about this crappy stressful day yesterday, but in the end, I couldn't get him into a shelter / temporary housing (not even for veterans). It took too long to drive through the ugly mess and traffic... the offices closed down except for one guy but he said my bro didn't qualify for his program. The guy was very nice and provided us with phone numbers to help.
Yesterday was hell. My bro did nothing but mouth off to every single person that tried to help him. Mouth off, yell, etc etc.
It got late so my nightmare came true and we were forced to bring him back to my house to crash here last night. And even then, he didn't thank me for all I went through to do for him.... he continued to mouth off and yell.... and then when my husband came home, he yelled at him, too, and called us "so inconsiderate". The nerve!!!! Last night we told him when he goes back to his job today (that he begged to get rehired) he wasn't allowed to return HERE. He should go find a shelter or whatever, it's his problem. He created this, he fix it!
I will refuse to take anymore calls from him. Told mom to refuse his calls, too. At this point I'm tempted to buy him a one way ticket somewhere, anywhere but here, just so he would take his problems out of our lives.
I dropped everything I was doing to go and help him. My day turned into hell. Hell in the pouring rain and floods.
Today I'm still sorting out this CRAP. Nothing good came out of it. Just CRAP and MISERY. I got soaked several times over. The rain was so hard I couldn't see out of my windsheild yesterday and I got lost in the city looking for him. I could go on and on about this crappy stressful day yesterday, but in the end, I couldn't get him into a shelter / temporary housing (not even for veterans). It took too long to drive through the ugly mess and traffic... the offices closed down except for one guy but he said my bro didn't qualify for his program. The guy was very nice and provided us with phone numbers to help.
Yesterday was hell. My bro did nothing but mouth off to every single person that tried to help him. Mouth off, yell, etc etc.
It got late so my nightmare came true and we were forced to bring him back to my house to crash here last night. And even then, he didn't thank me for all I went through to do for him.... he continued to mouth off and yell.... and then when my husband came home, he yelled at him, too, and called us "so inconsiderate". The nerve!!!! Last night we told him when he goes back to his job today (that he begged to get rehired) he wasn't allowed to return HERE. He should go find a shelter or whatever, it's his problem. He created this, he fix it!
I will refuse to take anymore calls from him. Told mom to refuse his calls, too. At this point I'm tempted to buy him a one way ticket somewhere, anywhere but here, just so he would take his problems out of our lives.
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Sigh. I feel your pain. I\'m going to send you a pm.
Yeah one of the guys in my pain management group said that when we move to the other island we shouldn\'t give him our address. I may consider doing that. I need to keep peace in my life. I also need to protect my mom who has PTSD and bipolar. Whenever she is around him, he puts a lot of guit trips on her for hrs in the middle of the night about all kind of things that happend when we were kids. But his memory is very selective and he only remembers half truths, just the negative side of the story and not the rest. As a result my mom gets very upset and will cry for days. Sometimes she won\'t eat which is bad because she has blood sugar problems. And all this is very bad for my fibro.
My bro needs help..... I am sure he suffers from a type of mental problem, we aren\'t sure yet what. I am sure he also has a form of bipolar, too. My bro and I were friends before, we used to hang out all the time and talk about anything. But he somehow doens\'t remember that either. It\'s strange.