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I think this is the first entry I've written since I got back to New Hampshire.
I kinda miss the snow. It doesn't really feel like winter here without the foot of snow on the ground.
Things at home are an absolute mess. My mother is atrocious to everyone; my brother, my grandmother, my grandfather (who left because he got so sick of her), my uncle (who told her to fuck off or he'd leave), my dad, and me. She's screwing my brother up in the head. And I'm trying to stop it as best I can, to at least give him some sense of vindication. But she's worse to him than she was to me. And he doesn't deal with it as well as I did, either. He doesn't stand his ground. She treats him like shit, makes him feel like shit, and he doesn't really fight back. I've taken to answering her for him, and I would hope that at least it would remove the burden from him a little. Because it's his dad laying in the living room dying, and he's 15, and his mother's a manipulative, sick individual. This is going to fuck him up.
My stepdad has, honestly, done better than anyone expected. We weren't sure if he'd even be alive now. But he's still here, although somewhat limitedly. He had water on his brain, which I think caused some mild-medium brain damage. A shunt was installed to drain it, and it had great success at first, but it's not working as well as it was. He can't speak in sentences anymore at all, and can't hardly even get the words out intelligibly. We also just discovered that his insurance will most likely be cancelled, and that his long-term disability pay will be less than we were told. We were also told that he could work part-time from home... turns out, he really couldn't, and they just counted all that as vacation/no-show.
I'm still doing the recital on February 2nd (I'm planning on it anyway), and just trying to not let this screw me up any more than it has to.
Oh, and I return on the 13th.
I kinda miss the snow. It doesn't really feel like winter here without the foot of snow on the ground.
Things at home are an absolute mess. My mother is atrocious to everyone; my brother, my grandmother, my grandfather (who left because he got so sick of her), my uncle (who told her to fuck off or he'd leave), my dad, and me. She's screwing my brother up in the head. And I'm trying to stop it as best I can, to at least give him some sense of vindication. But she's worse to him than she was to me. And he doesn't deal with it as well as I did, either. He doesn't stand his ground. She treats him like shit, makes him feel like shit, and he doesn't really fight back. I've taken to answering her for him, and I would hope that at least it would remove the burden from him a little. Because it's his dad laying in the living room dying, and he's 15, and his mother's a manipulative, sick individual. This is going to fuck him up.
My stepdad has, honestly, done better than anyone expected. We weren't sure if he'd even be alive now. But he's still here, although somewhat limitedly. He had water on his brain, which I think caused some mild-medium brain damage. A shunt was installed to drain it, and it had great success at first, but it's not working as well as it was. He can't speak in sentences anymore at all, and can't hardly even get the words out intelligibly. We also just discovered that his insurance will most likely be cancelled, and that his long-term disability pay will be less than we were told. We were also told that he could work part-time from home... turns out, he really couldn't, and they just counted all that as vacation/no-show.
I'm still doing the recital on February 2nd (I'm planning on it anyway), and just trying to not let this screw me up any more than it has to.
Oh, and I return on the 13th.