Oh, come on.
Jan. 25th, 2019 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyThis week has been weird. I'm only mentioning this stuff because in the future I might need to look back and see which days actually had the weirdness go down.
Wednesday night at work, Mums calls and says the car is missing. Widget's already been busted taking it before (the week before I was late to work because he'd taken it and used up the gas)) and was told in no uncertain terms that if he did it again, that was it. He could call his mom and go live with her because I was done. Soooooo... I call him and ask where he is and he initially tries to play it off like he's at home even though I can hear people in the background. Then he says he's at a friend's and leaving now and I tell him that when he gets home, he's to call his mother til she answers and comes to get him. Spoiler: she still hasn't answered my text and he's not with her. Instead he made it home and then walked off to spend the rest of the night with some friend I've never heard of. Throughout my break, he kept texting promising to show up yesterday to clean (as I told him that he should go right back home and work through his aggression by cleaning and this way he'd kill the aggression and atonement birds with the same stone) and guess who didn't show up til today, and only then to pick up a game for the Xbox I'd told him he absolutely could not take with him? Annnnnnnnnd who was with a completely different friend entirely? I made him give me his key because I'm serious. He fucked up too many times for me to let it slide and I don't know what to do. He can't live with his father because the boy... actually, no.
He could totally live with his father if he's got his job back and my brother's third roommate really did nope the fuck outta there after Christmas. It'd be an incredibly stupid idea, but it could work. But I don't know if he really does have his job back so whatever.
The point is, the only person he pretends to listen to is his mother and that's because he's still holding out hope that she'll eventually love him as much as she seems to love his sisters. And truthfully, I wish she would but I'm betting I have a better shot of becoming a multi-millionaire before I'm 40 than he does at that happening. Which sucks and we've discussed this.
So for now, Widget is, I imagine, couch surfing. I'm tempted to text his mother again but I'm fairly certain that she won't actually come through for him and if she did, her husband is a fucking psycho so... again, I don't know what to do.
Because that's not the least bit stressful, Mums called me last night at work around 11pm and apparently some jackhole behind her decided she wasn't going fast enough for him, so he pulled around her (on a two lane road), and revved into oncoming traffic. And yes, that went as well as you'd think, as he plowed into another car. No idea how anyone else is doing because that isn't one of the news stories anywhere. So, yeah. That was fun.
And my lower back is killing me and I don't know why. Yay.
Wednesday night at work, Mums calls and says the car is missing. Widget's already been busted taking it before (the week before I was late to work because he'd taken it and used up the gas)) and was told in no uncertain terms that if he did it again, that was it. He could call his mom and go live with her because I was done. Soooooo... I call him and ask where he is and he initially tries to play it off like he's at home even though I can hear people in the background. Then he says he's at a friend's and leaving now and I tell him that when he gets home, he's to call his mother til she answers and comes to get him. Spoiler: she still hasn't answered my text and he's not with her. Instead he made it home and then walked off to spend the rest of the night with some friend I've never heard of. Throughout my break, he kept texting promising to show up yesterday to clean (as I told him that he should go right back home and work through his aggression by cleaning and this way he'd kill the aggression and atonement birds with the same stone) and guess who didn't show up til today, and only then to pick up a game for the Xbox I'd told him he absolutely could not take with him? Annnnnnnnnd who was with a completely different friend entirely? I made him give me his key because I'm serious. He fucked up too many times for me to let it slide and I don't know what to do. He can't live with his father because the boy... actually, no.
He could totally live with his father if he's got his job back and my brother's third roommate really did nope the fuck outta there after Christmas. It'd be an incredibly stupid idea, but it could work. But I don't know if he really does have his job back so whatever.
The point is, the only person he pretends to listen to is his mother and that's because he's still holding out hope that she'll eventually love him as much as she seems to love his sisters. And truthfully, I wish she would but I'm betting I have a better shot of becoming a multi-millionaire before I'm 40 than he does at that happening. Which sucks and we've discussed this.
So for now, Widget is, I imagine, couch surfing. I'm tempted to text his mother again but I'm fairly certain that she won't actually come through for him and if she did, her husband is a fucking psycho so... again, I don't know what to do.
Because that's not the least bit stressful, Mums called me last night at work around 11pm and apparently some jackhole behind her decided she wasn't going fast enough for him, so he pulled around her (on a two lane road), and revved into oncoming traffic. And yes, that went as well as you'd think, as he plowed into another car. No idea how anyone else is doing because that isn't one of the news stories anywhere. So, yeah. That was fun.
And my lower back is killing me and I don't know why. Yay.
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Date: 2019-01-26 12:59 pm (UTC)