So, difficult child calls me this afternoon and says that the place they were staying didn't work out, so can he store his food at our house? Sure, I say. Didn't ask why. A few hours later he shows up with food and parks it away in the fridge. Where are you going to stay I ask? Hotels, motels, I guess. Oh, I say. Didn't ask what happened, I didn't need to. I know it was because she had one of her full on bipolar episodes, probably timed perfectly right to happen in the middle of the night, it probably wasn't the first time, and the couch saviors had had enough. So they both got kicked out. Well, I say, you always have a place if you keep the rules. No, he says, we are together, we are watching out for each other. Really, I think to myself, looks like a one way lookout situation if you ask me, but what do I know. I say out loud, why doesn't she stay with her family and you stay with yours until you can both save some money to move out together? No, he persists, she is kicked out. Hmm, so she can't stay with her mother, her father, or her grandmother. Why doesn't this surprise me.
I tell I'm I love him, and he has a place to stay. He says that he was told that if he goes to a cheap hotel and pays for a night or two, and then throws himself on the mercy of the manager maybe he'll get a half price off room. Okay, I think to myself, he's about to get himself checked into a room all right, a room at the jail. Detach, detach. Okay, I say, well, that your choice. Love you, your parking pass is on the table. Love you. And then I walk off to slither back into bed which I am trying to recuperate from the cold from h***.
I'll give this to the girl. She knows how to work it. He is making the dumbest decisions of his life, so it's him too, but oh my god. Well, he's about to hit rock bottom as soon as his money runs out. When he can't keep a shelter over her head, I'm pretty sure she'll leave him or have a melt down, and he'll most likely end up in jail just trying to keep her quiet. I guess jail is a great place to have a come to Jesus moment. Hoping she just leaves him for another sucker with dollars. That would be the best possible outcome at this juncture. Thanks for listening. It's hard to hang tough and not just say, oh honey, of course you can both stay. But she's CRAZY!!! I cannot have her here.
I tell I'm I love him, and he has a place to stay. He says that he was told that if he goes to a cheap hotel and pays for a night or two, and then throws himself on the mercy of the manager maybe he'll get a half price off room. Okay, I think to myself, he's about to get himself checked into a room all right, a room at the jail. Detach, detach. Okay, I say, well, that your choice. Love you, your parking pass is on the table. Love you. And then I walk off to slither back into bed which I am trying to recuperate from the cold from h***.
I'll give this to the girl. She knows how to work it. He is making the dumbest decisions of his life, so it's him too, but oh my god. Well, he's about to hit rock bottom as soon as his money runs out. When he can't keep a shelter over her head, I'm pretty sure she'll leave him or have a melt down, and he'll most likely end up in jail just trying to keep her quiet. I guess jail is a great place to have a come to Jesus moment. Hoping she just leaves him for another sucker with dollars. That would be the best possible outcome at this juncture. Thanks for listening. It's hard to hang tough and not just say, oh honey, of course you can both stay. But she's CRAZY!!! I cannot have her here.