Text Messaging

In case I forgot to mention in my earlier post The Garage Apartment: Beyond Caregiver, Tom is also on my phone plan. I knowwwww! (Said in my best Peanut voice from Jeff Dunham)

You keep thinking how many layers are there? I am kicking myself in the ass, don't you worry.

When people are angry (Which, clearly I am) they tend to spew. Acid, fire, just ugliness. I have honestly looked back and asked myself if there was ever a time that this man made me proud to call him "dad" and the honest answer is, no. I'm not spewing...I'm finally releasing.

Tom has gotten himself into a habit of texting me every single Saturday night the same message. "Are we going to church tomorrow morning?" I don't mind it because then he knows whether to be ready for me in the morning or drive himself if he wants to go.

Interestingly enough since this past Thursday (Our exchange of text messages that I talked about in Caregiver Burnout: The Moment Everything Shifted ) he chose not to text me this Saturday night.

I didn't plan on going this past Sunday because they had guest speakers coming in and it wasn't something that I was interested in.

Around 9am Sunday morning Rich and I hear his car pull out. I pull up his location (Yes, I track his location and I will explain that soon. He recently got Catfished and we have allowed him to pick our daughter up from school. With what had been going on, we didn't trust him enough to not track his location but now, he will not be picking our daughter up from school. That privilege has been revoked.)

Every single time he drives himself to Walmart, he always texts me and/or Rich and says "Need anything from Walmart?". Well, this morning, his car drove off and he went to Walmart. No text.

I'm not complaining. I am trying to understand the mindset of a man who has been asked to leave, refused to leave and is living here for free and choosing to blatantly ignore the 2 people who literally saved his life and have sacrificed WAY more than we ever should have.

What kind of a narcissistic asshole am I dealing with?

Who is their right mind would think that you will just live on OUR property in OUR home and just act like we aren't here and that's going to be OKAY with us?

I haven't done anything with the legal eviction yet because he has a Neurology appointment coming up on April 8. I'm taking him so I can give the doctor and ear full, which you know I'm going to spill the tea here too. Things like me walking in to check on him and him sitting in the rocking chair watching TV and the stove left on with nothing on the stove.

When I mentioned it to him he said "Oh, I thought I shut it off".

DANGEROUS.

So, if the Neurologist concurs with my suspicions on early onset Dementia, I will be recommending an assisted living facility because this is too much for me and Rich. Way above our pay grade! Then, I won't (hopefully) need to file for eviction.

Anyway, I'd love to know your thoughts in terms of what this guy could potentially be thinking and why exactly he thinks we would ever let him stay here behaving like this.

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Til next time...

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