Out of my angst.
Positivity needfully growng.
Valentines Day 2014 marks a low. My father in law has been taken care of for 2 years by a party who was unprofessional. A little over a year ago, she made him marry her. He 83, her 61. Its “legal”. She swore up and down it was love.
Now, this year, he was forced to verbally disown my wife, her brother- his only living son, last year to change his will valued at half a million plus. Worse, she has sold the house where they live. She is of the will to move him with her brother and granddaughter as accomplices. We overheard a call to us of her voice, saying, “Why don’t you just.. die.”
This hit my wife. She was already ill from a bad med she just went off of for pain. It was increasing her iron. Ironicly (no pun intended) she may have needed the iron, approaching toxicity, to match the toxic feelings including having the black widow email her directly. I contact a lawyer. The son did. Its expensive! Police and Adult & Family Services are distracted by bigger things. (AFS disintererested & disengaged). I heard a neighbor talk about how SHE should be put out. I was worried about inappropriate retaliation by neighbors. Americans are possibly trigger happy in more ways than one.
A week ago, I called police non emergency in our town. They heard the message and verified the woman said “die” and asked us to carefully visit 2 weeks ago. In my call one week ago, the officer began to yell at me on the phone. I became like metamucil, light and hearty, and made him drink in: “Do you think this is all something GOD would approve of?” He said, laughing, “I won’t go there with you.” I said, “Oh please do. Athiesm in soceity doesn’t work this one. Obama says God is with us, yet there is a ban on God.” He became irrate. I said, I better go now. I think you are abusing meee…”. No joke. I hung up.
Two days later, he didn’t know me but we got pulled over by HIM for a headlight out. I made jovial conversation. It was 930 PM on our small expressway. Seriously. Same officer. We laughed later, because he was so “Mighty Mouse”. I thought he makes a good patrolman, seriously. On the phone- forget it.
So if I’ve written UP or DOWN, appeared down- I was. But writing helps a lot. I have to go to a stupid assessment appt. because I am bipolar. I have called crisis line myself. It helps me. I am semi stable at times. At 39, having a blood condition and bipolar, I do not get automatic empathy. I worry about getting older. I can’t bear to think of my father in law being moved and passing away out of our reach with a stranger. But he is an AF Korean war vet. I hope his training is sticking with him. My name is Harrison. His name is Harry. I changed my last name to match his household that now FOLDS. But a closed book is just as true an an open one. I have him largely memorized. I don’t worry. But the injustice needs ratification. After 24 months, the family is overtaxed, violated, out of options, exhausted. Why must this happen? it is, and is Harry’s finest hour. If you want to come over and save him pro bono, go for it. I won’t respond to suggestions. Elder abuse is so prevalant. We are only afraid of potential foul play. So if you are into kidnapping like in a Robin Hood way, that’s what is required now. He is forbidden to think of his wife. The new woman truely is a “bitch plus one”. And that’s being kind.
Take care of your parents. Don’t let strangers in without a cavity search plus brain scan. Dental health can lead to insanity I mean. Right? Surrrre. Huh. Heh. That parasite will get instant karma-lized. I am counting on it. Love your enemy, right? Give them what they need? Dear lord, please give ____ an extra helping of whack snuff today, that she may fall to her knees and cry. Blessed be the clouds and blue birds. Ah man!
S.s “Angst runs in the fam… wit is ready in a spam can in me hed.”
Have a great doodley day, world neighbors… we will. Better and better.