LaceyinPgh
04-08-2006, 07:21 AM
I believe that my wedding is 48 days away from this point. I would have to double check to be certain. Anyway, I ask you to refer to my previous post of "I quit" in this same section to get some background on the bs that has been going on around here. Now that you have done that, more has been piled on.
I do want to say that the thing going on with Sean at work might be working out somewhat in our favor. I can say that he and I were not only worried about ourselves in the last 2 years that this has been going on but of his 35 employees and their families. There was a short time when I thought we were going to have to file bankrupcy and close the firm down. But it looks like it might actually work out fairly enough and not "real" harm would be done. It isn't certain yet but it seems to be moving in that direction.
Also, for the last few weeks I have been terrififed for my cousin. She and I were raised like siblings when we were younger. (She is only 6 years older than I am.) Her doctor gave her a preliminary diagnosis od MS not too long ago. Well she went in for more tests and those results came in yesterday. She called me at work around 1 to tell me that her doctor just called, her results are in, and he needs to see her right away. So I have to sit in my classroom trying to teach lessons on US foreign policy and the U.N. while not having a nervous breakdown. Which I did quite poorly by the way. On my way home she calls to tell me that everything was negative her doctor just wanted to see the look on her face when he told her. (Note to self, the next time I see her doctor in an empty parking lot confuse the brake and gas pedals so that I can see the look on his face.)
I'm not to the I quit part by the way. Sean comes home from work and takes me to dinner at Eleven which is this fabulous resturant that we both like. We enjoy a great meal, lots of wine, and we finally start to get excited about our wedding again. We figure that our stress is over, God gave us a little pop quiz on what married life could be like, we passed, it's all goo.
I come home and call my mother around 9 to see if anyone else RSVP'd for the shower. I mention that a couple of my bridesmaids have volunteered to come down in a few weeks to help her bake cookies and pastries for the cookie table at the reception. She says that we can't make the cookies there (meaning her house). I tell her that we have to because the fact of the matter is I have one counter in my kitchen that is located in my inverted shoe box of a town house. She gets hysterical and says that we can't and she can't talk to me.(This would immediately alarm most people, but I have lived with and around my mother for 27 years - this kind of behavior is fairly routine.) So, I start to get ready for bed. About 10 minutes later she calls me back.
The night before last she and my step dad (they haven't been getting along) were lying on the couch watching a movie after dinner. He asked her if in the morning if she would follow him over to get new tires put on his car. While that was getting done they could do their weekly errands in town. No biggie, she says yes and asks him what time. He says he would like to get it done first thing in the morning so they don't waste the entire day. She gets up in the morning and he is no where to be found. The door bell starts to ring and there is a county officer knocking so of course she answers. He hands her divorce papers and walks away. The :censored: that she married went and secretly filed for divorce and never told her. He had done this weeks ago. When he was helping me unpack the teacups for favors for my shower he had laready done this and was going to hit her with it. When he went over the other day and "claimed" to have been fitted for a tux for the wedding, this was already in motion. This man is a complete nut job. He comes home from work, sits in the basement and smokes 5 packs a day. I know enough basic phsychology to notice severe bipolar disorder and depression. He has both in droves. My mother has a heart condition that could lead to congestive heart failure at any second and he pulls this :censored: . He couldn't be mature about it. He couldn't walk in and say, "We aren't getting along. I think we as adults just need to go our seperate ways." How do you live with someone and pull this?
My mother went to the bank and he had emptied and closed their joint account. She literally has $20 in her purse. He changed all the passwords on the computer so she can't even sign online. She had a credit card ($500 limit) for emergencies that she stashed away. He took it and maxed it out, then never told her and NEVER paid on it. So she found out yesterday that her credit is so shot she can't even get a cell phone in her name. (He by the way had hers shut off). And, he told her he wants her out of his house ASAP. My mother has never worked a day in her life. She is so sick that getting up and getting the paper off of the front porch can put her in bed for the rest of the day sometimes.
So now, 49 (I think) days before my wedding, I have to hire AND pay for a divorce attorney for my mother. By the way I am hunting for a good one. I figure if I am paying for it, I'm going to have making this *** ache's life a living hell for my enjoyment. I have to find my mother a place to live. She won't stay with me because she is terrified to live in the city. I have to find an attorney to work on getting her some social security benefits to pay for her rent, electric, food ect. I know that she won't get those if she just goes online and fills out hte forms. I will probably have to get her doctors in on this one too. I have to find a place for her to store all her stuff. She is flat broke so now I have to pay for my own bridal shower. (I told you all that was coming). And during all of this Ihave to slap on that happy face and finish up my wedding while pretending I give a ****.
I QUIT! I am moving to Fiji, taking up rum drinking as a hobby, and living in a shack on the beach. I think I am going to go with a tin and plywood shack because I don't think cardboard would hold up well during the rainy season. Is it wrong to need a drink at 821 in the morning?
I do want to say that the thing going on with Sean at work might be working out somewhat in our favor. I can say that he and I were not only worried about ourselves in the last 2 years that this has been going on but of his 35 employees and their families. There was a short time when I thought we were going to have to file bankrupcy and close the firm down. But it looks like it might actually work out fairly enough and not "real" harm would be done. It isn't certain yet but it seems to be moving in that direction.
Also, for the last few weeks I have been terrififed for my cousin. She and I were raised like siblings when we were younger. (She is only 6 years older than I am.) Her doctor gave her a preliminary diagnosis od MS not too long ago. Well she went in for more tests and those results came in yesterday. She called me at work around 1 to tell me that her doctor just called, her results are in, and he needs to see her right away. So I have to sit in my classroom trying to teach lessons on US foreign policy and the U.N. while not having a nervous breakdown. Which I did quite poorly by the way. On my way home she calls to tell me that everything was negative her doctor just wanted to see the look on her face when he told her. (Note to self, the next time I see her doctor in an empty parking lot confuse the brake and gas pedals so that I can see the look on his face.)
I'm not to the I quit part by the way. Sean comes home from work and takes me to dinner at Eleven which is this fabulous resturant that we both like. We enjoy a great meal, lots of wine, and we finally start to get excited about our wedding again. We figure that our stress is over, God gave us a little pop quiz on what married life could be like, we passed, it's all goo.
I come home and call my mother around 9 to see if anyone else RSVP'd for the shower. I mention that a couple of my bridesmaids have volunteered to come down in a few weeks to help her bake cookies and pastries for the cookie table at the reception. She says that we can't make the cookies there (meaning her house). I tell her that we have to because the fact of the matter is I have one counter in my kitchen that is located in my inverted shoe box of a town house. She gets hysterical and says that we can't and she can't talk to me.(This would immediately alarm most people, but I have lived with and around my mother for 27 years - this kind of behavior is fairly routine.) So, I start to get ready for bed. About 10 minutes later she calls me back.
The night before last she and my step dad (they haven't been getting along) were lying on the couch watching a movie after dinner. He asked her if in the morning if she would follow him over to get new tires put on his car. While that was getting done they could do their weekly errands in town. No biggie, she says yes and asks him what time. He says he would like to get it done first thing in the morning so they don't waste the entire day. She gets up in the morning and he is no where to be found. The door bell starts to ring and there is a county officer knocking so of course she answers. He hands her divorce papers and walks away. The :censored: that she married went and secretly filed for divorce and never told her. He had done this weeks ago. When he was helping me unpack the teacups for favors for my shower he had laready done this and was going to hit her with it. When he went over the other day and "claimed" to have been fitted for a tux for the wedding, this was already in motion. This man is a complete nut job. He comes home from work, sits in the basement and smokes 5 packs a day. I know enough basic phsychology to notice severe bipolar disorder and depression. He has both in droves. My mother has a heart condition that could lead to congestive heart failure at any second and he pulls this :censored: . He couldn't be mature about it. He couldn't walk in and say, "We aren't getting along. I think we as adults just need to go our seperate ways." How do you live with someone and pull this?
My mother went to the bank and he had emptied and closed their joint account. She literally has $20 in her purse. He changed all the passwords on the computer so she can't even sign online. She had a credit card ($500 limit) for emergencies that she stashed away. He took it and maxed it out, then never told her and NEVER paid on it. So she found out yesterday that her credit is so shot she can't even get a cell phone in her name. (He by the way had hers shut off). And, he told her he wants her out of his house ASAP. My mother has never worked a day in her life. She is so sick that getting up and getting the paper off of the front porch can put her in bed for the rest of the day sometimes.
So now, 49 (I think) days before my wedding, I have to hire AND pay for a divorce attorney for my mother. By the way I am hunting for a good one. I figure if I am paying for it, I'm going to have making this *** ache's life a living hell for my enjoyment. I have to find my mother a place to live. She won't stay with me because she is terrified to live in the city. I have to find an attorney to work on getting her some social security benefits to pay for her rent, electric, food ect. I know that she won't get those if she just goes online and fills out hte forms. I will probably have to get her doctors in on this one too. I have to find a place for her to store all her stuff. She is flat broke so now I have to pay for my own bridal shower. (I told you all that was coming). And during all of this Ihave to slap on that happy face and finish up my wedding while pretending I give a ****.
I QUIT! I am moving to Fiji, taking up rum drinking as a hobby, and living in a shack on the beach. I think I am going to go with a tin and plywood shack because I don't think cardboard would hold up well during the rainy season. Is it wrong to need a drink at 821 in the morning?