First, I’m starting to think I may have an internet virus, even though I’ve never had one in the 16 years I’ve owned a pc. I only know something is making my wireless router uninstall itself regularly (twice in two days) and it takes me many hours to get it to reinstall, then get a network connection to establish, etc. Plus there’s the fact that my keyboard has been acting oddly. Well, actually it’s the typing speed part – it seizes up while I keep typing away, and then eventually my typing finally all appears.
But hey, that’s not the worst of what happened today, not by a LONG shot. We knew my alcoholic stepson from Florida was going to be riding with a friend to Indiana, then stop in here for “a couple days”(according to my husband who never gets details) and then he’d fly home from our house.
He called today. I answered the phone. I alway ask questions and get details. It turns out his friend had to leave for Indiana last Wednesday, so Rob informed me he’s now flying here Monday. This COMING Monday, as in 48 hours after his phone call! He plans to stay here with us until Thursday evening or Friday sometime, at which time his Indiana friend will pick him up, take him back to Indiana till Sunday, and then deliver him back here to us Sunday evening.
And that’s when I got the really bad news. I asked when he flies back to Florida (please God let it be maybe 48 hours top, please God let it be….), and he told me he doesn’t fly home for a whole nother week after that – on Saturday, July 3rd.
WHAT? ExCUSE ME?!? He’s never, in 17 years ever spent more than 1 or 2 days at our house. His bar buddies come first, we’ve always been a very distant and unimportant second. I’m now praying fervently he’ll be able to hook up with his bar buddies (in a town an hour to the North of us) and not truly be here for a solid week before flying back home.
Because if he’s here that long and gets drunk every night, I’ll go insane. He’s a really mean and argumentative drunk, the only one in my husband’s family. My husband won’t tell him he can’t drink. He should, but he has no backbone at all when it comes to his “children”. As in NONE.
So I already told Jim I may run away from home, and barring that, I’m going to hide in our bedroom every night and just stay on my laptop (the one that’s not working right) while Rob argues with the TV. He and his Dad can spend all THEIR time together.
But really, if he can get hold of his bar buddies and find a place to stay from Sunday, June 27th until Saturday, July 3rd, we won’t see much of him at all. So please, please, please God – if I’ve ever done anything deserving, please give me that.
P.S. Before anyone can give my any of that unsolicited advice to which I’m so allergic – no, he won’t be staying in a motel because he has no drivers license, he works for minimum wage and lives off his Mommy. Plus Jim would never ask his son to do that anyway. Nope. Unfortunately that definitely won’t be happening.
A divorce could happen, though! So there.
Oh hey, on a happy note, we’re going to have an extremely nice day tomorrow with my pleasant Illinois stepson, his girl-friend, her Mom – and us. Really looking forward to that, I must say. They’ll be horrified to hear how much time Rob’s possibly going to spend with us, and I mean literally horrified. Wait a minute – they have a spare room…. shouldn’t they have to share in the loud, argumentative misery?