There's a joke in there somewhere....
I think I am the butt of some joke...
My car is totaled. After the remaining balance is paid off on it, I will get roughly $1400. I see that as an answer to a prayer for getting the finances back on track. Don's pretty mad that I'm not going to use it for a downpayment on another car.
Oh, well.
The rent will be caught up and back to being paid in advance. The residual will, hopefully barring any more unforeseen expenses, be put in my savings account. I did a rough calculation of what the car has been costing me a month and it's about $500. That right there will cover groceries and a little money in the savings every month.
The Judge ordered Don to mandatory pysch evaluations before 2/8/2012. One is a substance abuse eval. This is a good thing. He also has a court ordered victim impact session to attend. I asked for leinency on the PBT blows for the weekends based on the fact that getting him up to Parr and back for them without a car will be extremely difficult. He wasn't going to ask and got mad at me for asking. But, the bus up there has reduced routes and a cab there and back would require over $50 total for the 2 days, which is just not affordable. His court supervisor took in my condition and waived the weekends for him, and reminded him about the blood draws that can test him for drinking.
He stayed mad at me for the entire day. I ignored him.
I've pretty much been ignoring his brooding and bitchiness. I'm not giving him a free pass, but I am pointedly letting him know I will not be drawn into his games of arguing over nothing. Trying to point out to him that we can't afford another car right now isn't working. Trying to point out to him that our financial distress needs to be alleviated isn't working. He's blinded by his own selfishness. So, I'm not playing.
I still feel as if I am missing the punch line to a joke. I kinda feel like the Universe's butt monkey, too.
The judge read the police report and apparently the officers had a lot to say about his condition, the state of the house when they arrived and about me. She point blank told Don that the only reason she was not sentencing him that day we were in court is because she wants to give him the chance to get some real help and if there was an underlying medical condition, to get it diagnosed, treated and get him the help he needs to manage it. She remarked that she normally didn't see statements like the ones in his file from the counselor at the jail and that she was of the mind that if these people felt moved to advocate for him to be helped, then, she would order he be helped. Whether he likes it or not.
*SIGH*
Part of me is relieved that I'm not the only one who sees there is some sort of mental illness going on with him. The other part of me is going "Yep, sure, you betcha. Good look with that. Have fun storming the castle".
I sincerely hope and pray that he is helped.
But, I'm not going to hold my breath.
In the meantime, while my foot is not broken, it most certainly hurts like hell. Especially today. Everything hurts today. I think there must be a hell of a storm coming.
And why, in the name of all that's holy, when the body starts to heal a specific spot, said spot itches with maddening intensity?
Ah well.
Don went to go do his errands and the house is peaceful for now. I think I shall go take advantage of this and get myself some hot tea and putter a bit.
Whee.
ME
My car is totaled. After the remaining balance is paid off on it, I will get roughly $1400. I see that as an answer to a prayer for getting the finances back on track. Don's pretty mad that I'm not going to use it for a downpayment on another car.
Oh, well.
The rent will be caught up and back to being paid in advance. The residual will, hopefully barring any more unforeseen expenses, be put in my savings account. I did a rough calculation of what the car has been costing me a month and it's about $500. That right there will cover groceries and a little money in the savings every month.
The Judge ordered Don to mandatory pysch evaluations before 2/8/2012. One is a substance abuse eval. This is a good thing. He also has a court ordered victim impact session to attend. I asked for leinency on the PBT blows for the weekends based on the fact that getting him up to Parr and back for them without a car will be extremely difficult. He wasn't going to ask and got mad at me for asking. But, the bus up there has reduced routes and a cab there and back would require over $50 total for the 2 days, which is just not affordable. His court supervisor took in my condition and waived the weekends for him, and reminded him about the blood draws that can test him for drinking.
He stayed mad at me for the entire day. I ignored him.
I've pretty much been ignoring his brooding and bitchiness. I'm not giving him a free pass, but I am pointedly letting him know I will not be drawn into his games of arguing over nothing. Trying to point out to him that we can't afford another car right now isn't working. Trying to point out to him that our financial distress needs to be alleviated isn't working. He's blinded by his own selfishness. So, I'm not playing.
I still feel as if I am missing the punch line to a joke. I kinda feel like the Universe's butt monkey, too.
The judge read the police report and apparently the officers had a lot to say about his condition, the state of the house when they arrived and about me. She point blank told Don that the only reason she was not sentencing him that day we were in court is because she wants to give him the chance to get some real help and if there was an underlying medical condition, to get it diagnosed, treated and get him the help he needs to manage it. She remarked that she normally didn't see statements like the ones in his file from the counselor at the jail and that she was of the mind that if these people felt moved to advocate for him to be helped, then, she would order he be helped. Whether he likes it or not.
*SIGH*
Part of me is relieved that I'm not the only one who sees there is some sort of mental illness going on with him. The other part of me is going "Yep, sure, you betcha. Good look with that. Have fun storming the castle".
I sincerely hope and pray that he is helped.
But, I'm not going to hold my breath.
In the meantime, while my foot is not broken, it most certainly hurts like hell. Especially today. Everything hurts today. I think there must be a hell of a storm coming.
And why, in the name of all that's holy, when the body starts to heal a specific spot, said spot itches with maddening intensity?
Ah well.
Don went to go do his errands and the house is peaceful for now. I think I shall go take advantage of this and get myself some hot tea and putter a bit.
Whee.
ME