Why the gay ex didn't respond to Patrick's illness

Got this email from him:

Please know that I'm very concerned to hear all of this ...

I was in jail after having thrown a bottle of pills at mother on Sept. 29 ...
I was released this afternoon after all charges were dropped ...

Brian has taken mother to Oregon where he'll be putting her in a nursing home near the campground he owns ... I will have nothing to do with my family ever again as soon as I have gotten all of my belongings from them ...

Technically, I am homeless at the moment ... I'm staying with a friend this weekend.

I'll keep you posted.

Love to all.
R

So.

He apparently got upset at his 77 year old mother who had major back surgery back in the summer, was dependent on him for care, and "threw a bottle of pills" at her, and got locked up for it. Sounds to me like elder abuse. And sure, "all charges were dropped" after he spent close to a month in jail.

Right. I've been on the receiving end of his self-righteous "how dare you impose on my creative time/life/general way I want to do things" anger. He backed off me after I got hold of my Fiskars scissors and threatened to put them through his weedy little chest if he EVER touched me in anger again. We got divorced not long after that.

I'm sure he whacked her a time or two. You don't get taken to jail because you tossed some pills at someone.

Homeless because he hasn't earned a penny in at least 30 years. His mother's retirement and Social Security bought the house they were living in, and paid for everything. He didn't even work long enough to build up enough SS to go on disability when he was in a car wreck 20 years ago and fucked up his leg.

Brian is his next younger brother, an all around fine fellow. I'm glad Pat (their mom) is somewhere safe now.

I'm honestly surprised he has any friends he can stay with, and I wonder how long that will last when he doesn't pay anything towards his upkeep... he obviously doesn't have any that will bail him out of jail, which is why he sat there until today.

Sad to see someone you love(d) get on that downward spiral, but that's what happens when you insist on living in a Peter Pan fantasy world of being A Great Actor (all evidence to the contrary) and expect other people to support you while you stagnate in that world.

I'm debating whether to even respond. I think he's just become entirely too much baggage for me to deal with now.

Aaaaaand.... kidneys redux

I've got 2 more days of Bactrim, and my right kidney still has the dull achy pain waaaaay deep inside. I feel pretty perky now most mornings, but by about 2 or 3 in the pm I get really tired and start having chills. So I go put on my jammies and crawl in the bed for a couple-three hours.

My life, it is such a rollercoaster of excitement and thrills.

I'm not having the pussy pee smell quite so much, but in the evening it will crop up every now and then. Last night I was filling Maggie's food bowl, and just about fell over from the puff of pus pee that came up. AND I'd just gotten out of the shower!!

I have an appt with the sainted Dr. E next week (Tues or Wed), and I'm going to see if we can't arrange some imaging to see if there's an infected stone in the right kidney, get it blasted out of there, and then go on some long term antibiotic therapy (like Macrobid for 6 months or something). This is putting a serious kink in what little I do around the house -- I need to vacuum and sweep, the floors need to be steam mopped, the carpets need to be cleaned, and I'm heartily tired of spaghetti, badly cooked cube steak with greasy thin gravy, chili dogs, hamburgers, hot dogs, and the other bachelor type foods Mike cooks. He doesn't like to experiment with new recipes, and won't cook anything in our cookbook, but just falls back on the old tried and true. Not to mention I haven't been able to do my running since I first got sick!!

So there it is. I feel pretty good until I apparently have a quick burst of bacteria in the afternoon, and then have to go sleep it off. At this rate we'll probably have pizza for Thanksgiving, and everyone will just get pictures of candy and cookies for Christmas.

Except the gay ex. HE won't even get a PICTURE!! Besides, how do you send candy and cookies to someone who's living in a cardboard box?