Messy Start To The New Year
Schmed is still here. He supposedly reconciled and was going home to Michigan this weekend, but James is STILL there, even though Amy was supposed to give him the boot a few days ago. She also didn't bother to call Schmed on New Year's. I told Schmed that he has to accept that fact that she's with James now, and not you. She's been with him for 2 months now. Of course, he acts like a complete retard when you try to talk to him about it. I've decided that he is a martyr. Here's my point:
Schmed suffers from an irritable bowel. He shits about ten times a day -- all loose, watery stools. The doctor said that this condition would clear up once he took more fiber into his diet -- either through new food choices or from a fiber supplement. Instead, he does nothing. He'll have a cup of coffee while we're out, or dinner and then you have to plan on being near a bathroom in 20 minutes to allow him to shit. He absolutely hates it and complains about all the time. Last week, we had to wait 30 minutes for our pizza to be done at the pizza place. In the meantime, we had to go to a store to pick up something for my mother. I suggested Drug Mart, because it was right there, and I told him I would pay for him to get some fiber pills. All he had to take was one a day to clear up his problem. He flat out told me no. I said, "C'mon, you can end all this shitting." He wouldn't listen to me and kept saying, "I'll deal with it later." Well, that is Schmed is a complete nutshell..."I'll deal with it later." Later, of course, never comes, and he only lifts a finger to help himself when he feels shoved against a wall. I realized at that moment, is he enjoys being a martyr. I know that sounds heartless, but I believe it is the truth.
He is currently living in limbo. He is not working, allowing Amy to take his money while and he sits on his ass and hopes that things will turn around. He doesn't live here, and he doesn't live there. He can't get it through his head that Amy has been with James for months now, and doesn't want him back. She keeps the carrot with the stick just so far from my hungry brother as to keep him wrapped around her little finger. I feel like writing her an email so badly and giving her a piece of my mind. It is the hardest test of my recovery for codependency ever. You should see Schmed he's gained weight and looks awful. It is completely sad. I hate to say this, but I want Schmed to move back. I want Amy to so thoroughly screw my brother that he'll finally see the manipulative bitch that she is.
In other news, my mother told my brother, sister and I that she wants grandkids. She went so far as to say to us that not having kids was very selfish. My sister and I responded that we thought it was the other way around. She has to accept that unless Schmed and Amy get married, she's not going to have any grandkids. I'm sorry, but it's not our responsibility to fulfill my mother's desire for grandkids. I'll get her the $450 tv and the Bose iPod player and the iron she wants for Christmas, but kids are out. She also got tanked on New Year's Eve and started giving me the third degree about my sexuality. She says that she knows I've been with "several" men. I have no idea with she is talking about. It was upsetting. Why can't she have fun when she drinks? Instead she turned into Elizabeth Taylor in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf.
I haven't been online very much at all lately. My brother has taken over my computer to watch streaming Netflix movies on it. I'll try to update more.
One more thing...Happy New Year 2010.
Kirk M.
Schmed suffers from an irritable bowel. He shits about ten times a day -- all loose, watery stools. The doctor said that this condition would clear up once he took more fiber into his diet -- either through new food choices or from a fiber supplement. Instead, he does nothing. He'll have a cup of coffee while we're out, or dinner and then you have to plan on being near a bathroom in 20 minutes to allow him to shit. He absolutely hates it and complains about all the time. Last week, we had to wait 30 minutes for our pizza to be done at the pizza place. In the meantime, we had to go to a store to pick up something for my mother. I suggested Drug Mart, because it was right there, and I told him I would pay for him to get some fiber pills. All he had to take was one a day to clear up his problem. He flat out told me no. I said, "C'mon, you can end all this shitting." He wouldn't listen to me and kept saying, "I'll deal with it later." Well, that is Schmed is a complete nutshell..."I'll deal with it later." Later, of course, never comes, and he only lifts a finger to help himself when he feels shoved against a wall. I realized at that moment, is he enjoys being a martyr. I know that sounds heartless, but I believe it is the truth.
He is currently living in limbo. He is not working, allowing Amy to take his money while and he sits on his ass and hopes that things will turn around. He doesn't live here, and he doesn't live there. He can't get it through his head that Amy has been with James for months now, and doesn't want him back. She keeps the carrot with the stick just so far from my hungry brother as to keep him wrapped around her little finger. I feel like writing her an email so badly and giving her a piece of my mind. It is the hardest test of my recovery for codependency ever. You should see Schmed he's gained weight and looks awful. It is completely sad. I hate to say this, but I want Schmed to move back. I want Amy to so thoroughly screw my brother that he'll finally see the manipulative bitch that she is.
In other news, my mother told my brother, sister and I that she wants grandkids. She went so far as to say to us that not having kids was very selfish. My sister and I responded that we thought it was the other way around. She has to accept that unless Schmed and Amy get married, she's not going to have any grandkids. I'm sorry, but it's not our responsibility to fulfill my mother's desire for grandkids. I'll get her the $450 tv and the Bose iPod player and the iron she wants for Christmas, but kids are out. She also got tanked on New Year's Eve and started giving me the third degree about my sexuality. She says that she knows I've been with "several" men. I have no idea with she is talking about. It was upsetting. Why can't she have fun when she drinks? Instead she turned into Elizabeth Taylor in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf.
I haven't been online very much at all lately. My brother has taken over my computer to watch streaming Netflix movies on it. I'll try to update more.
One more thing...Happy New Year 2010.
Kirk M.