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I just checked my PayPal account, and let me just say THANK YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've got enough to cover insurance, and Christmas, and some clothes. I can set some aside as start-up costs and a basis for savings, and basically, my goose is no longer cooked. The bacon has been saved. Ok, I'm out of food metaphors, but anyway, thanks!
As for the rest, I appreciate all the advice, but I need to wait on cops and stuff. See, after dad tossed me out, I got angry and just wanted to shut him the hell up (he was still screaming and being verbally abusive and calling me awful things), so I took a very mild action that he decided to be a prick about, and called the cops on me. He claimed all sorts of crap, which I will believe when I see the medical report and not before, and so manipulated things so that I'M the one in trouble. This after I never called the cops on him the two times he beat my mom in front of me, or when he choked me, or when he pulled a gun. Like bullies everywhere, he went and hid behind authority as soon as I stood up to him.
I regret losing my shit like that, and was all ready to apologise until he not only disowned me (took me out of the will and everything) but refused me my coat and boots, in New England, in winter. I'm trying hard not to take that as an attempt on my life, but still----it's all out of proportion with anything I did or said, all of which happened AFTER he threw me out. So I need to tread carefully, and wait until that's all sorted out, before I can see what my options are for retrieveing my things and so forth. In the meantime, my favorite uncle advised me to just think of it as all lost in a fire, and that's what I'm doing. It's more of a comfort than it sounds.
As for the cat, the local animal shelter had no new cats, didn't know what I was talking about when called, and had no cats meeting her description, so apparently she's not there. Also, my son said he saw her in dad's house after I got the message from the shelter, so I don't know what the hell's going on. I just have to trust in Bastet and hope my dad's self-image of a nice, reasonable guy who would never take shit out on an innocent animal is holding. I just don't know, and am not in a position to really do anything about it, anyway.
Beyond that, I'm in a bit of a holding pattern, but it's not all bad. Things are progressing slowly, and I am earning my keep here. I've helped paint the bathroom of the mom of my friend, whose house I'm staying in, and I clean and will help decorate, as well. Also, I can pay her for this month, which makes me feel less like a loser and more like I can contribute. So things are looking up, and I am cautiously hopeful.
In any case, I'm sleeping better than I have in years, and many of my various aches, pains, and health issues are not bothering me as much as they were before. And, I can now go forward with my own life, in my own way, without guilt at abandoning my dad. So I'm trying to find the good in all this, and there's actually plenty to be found. Not the least of which is the wonderfulness of all you fine folks, and proof positive of the power of the internet and the bigness of people's hearts. You've all given me a Christmas miracle, and restored my faith in humanity, and for that alone, I cannot ever thank you all enough.
My son's at his dad's, and Christmas is saved, and things are progressing. And I gotta go, but I will update when next I can get on the computer.
Thanks again to everyone, especially ginmar and naamahdarling and siliconshaman and everyone else who brought my plight to light, as well as everyone who tossed support (financial and emotional) my way. I love you all more than you will ever know. You guys are awesome.
Love and hope and holiday miracles,
Bast
I've got enough to cover insurance, and Christmas, and some clothes. I can set some aside as start-up costs and a basis for savings, and basically, my goose is no longer cooked. The bacon has been saved. Ok, I'm out of food metaphors, but anyway, thanks!
As for the rest, I appreciate all the advice, but I need to wait on cops and stuff. See, after dad tossed me out, I got angry and just wanted to shut him the hell up (he was still screaming and being verbally abusive and calling me awful things), so I took a very mild action that he decided to be a prick about, and called the cops on me. He claimed all sorts of crap, which I will believe when I see the medical report and not before, and so manipulated things so that I'M the one in trouble. This after I never called the cops on him the two times he beat my mom in front of me, or when he choked me, or when he pulled a gun. Like bullies everywhere, he went and hid behind authority as soon as I stood up to him.
I regret losing my shit like that, and was all ready to apologise until he not only disowned me (took me out of the will and everything) but refused me my coat and boots, in New England, in winter. I'm trying hard not to take that as an attempt on my life, but still----it's all out of proportion with anything I did or said, all of which happened AFTER he threw me out. So I need to tread carefully, and wait until that's all sorted out, before I can see what my options are for retrieveing my things and so forth. In the meantime, my favorite uncle advised me to just think of it as all lost in a fire, and that's what I'm doing. It's more of a comfort than it sounds.
As for the cat, the local animal shelter had no new cats, didn't know what I was talking about when called, and had no cats meeting her description, so apparently she's not there. Also, my son said he saw her in dad's house after I got the message from the shelter, so I don't know what the hell's going on. I just have to trust in Bastet and hope my dad's self-image of a nice, reasonable guy who would never take shit out on an innocent animal is holding. I just don't know, and am not in a position to really do anything about it, anyway.
Beyond that, I'm in a bit of a holding pattern, but it's not all bad. Things are progressing slowly, and I am earning my keep here. I've helped paint the bathroom of the mom of my friend, whose house I'm staying in, and I clean and will help decorate, as well. Also, I can pay her for this month, which makes me feel less like a loser and more like I can contribute. So things are looking up, and I am cautiously hopeful.
In any case, I'm sleeping better than I have in years, and many of my various aches, pains, and health issues are not bothering me as much as they were before. And, I can now go forward with my own life, in my own way, without guilt at abandoning my dad. So I'm trying to find the good in all this, and there's actually plenty to be found. Not the least of which is the wonderfulness of all you fine folks, and proof positive of the power of the internet and the bigness of people's hearts. You've all given me a Christmas miracle, and restored my faith in humanity, and for that alone, I cannot ever thank you all enough.
My son's at his dad's, and Christmas is saved, and things are progressing. And I gotta go, but I will update when next I can get on the computer.
Thanks again to everyone, especially ginmar and naamahdarling and siliconshaman and everyone else who brought my plight to light, as well as everyone who tossed support (financial and emotional) my way. I love you all more than you will ever know. You guys are awesome.
Love and hope and holiday miracles,
Bast