People can be so incredibly cruel in a divorce, I will never understand it. My FIL’s wife recently filled for divorce and she went absolutely bonkers. When my FIL called the cops on her for attacking him with a hanger, she told the police he had cocaine and child pornography in his bag. (The police were not compelled to look.) She forged large checks in his name to nonprofits in an attempt to ruin him financially and damage his reputation. She sold or got rid of all his most important stuff. She hacked his email and stalked him. She also tried to take him (a multimillionaire) for more than half of his assets even though she contributed $32,000 total to the household income the entire time they were married (no kids.) There’s no question this woman is mentally ill, but in the seventeen years I knew her, I had no idea she was capable of such greed and cruelty.
Then she came to me and my husband and was all, “I was so hurt you didn’t reach out to me.” We actually felt guilty about it for a while, but now I’m like, “Bitch, are you serious?”
My mother is here. I knew her cognitive ability was suffering but she was able to hide a lot because I wasn’t there and couldn’t see what was going on. She gets so frustrated because she remembers being able to do things that she can’t do now.
When we were growing up, we were allowed to eat in the kitchen, dining room or outside and all dirty dishes would be taken to the kitchen promptly. This didn’t change when we were adults, and mom’s home was always clean. Now she takes food all over the house and leaves dirty dishes wherever she is when she puts them down.
On one hand, I’m really concerned about the condition of her home and want to pay someone to go in and clean, but on the other hand, I think she won’t be going back there, so why stress about it.
(just watched her put a leftover chicken strip in the microwave, without a plate)
Made a visit to the State Store (where Pennsylvanians get their liquor). They now have someone at the door to make sure everyone is masked, which is great. Meanwhile, some dirty dude approached me as I crossed the street to ask if he could “borrow” my mask.
Then, as I entered I was told I had to get my hands sanitized. Fine. I held out my paws and the nice lady sprayed something on them. I rubbed my hands together and moved along. Now my hands smell like urinal cakes. Seriously disgusting. I have to go wash my hands to get the sanitizer off.
I’ve discovered I’m sensitive to some brands of hand sanitiser. Some make me cough, and some make me sneeze. Either way, that’s not a good look in current circumstances.
Lately, almost every single case I’ve been receiving to pursue child support / spousal maintenance has been full of nothing but acrimony and out-of-this-world horrid behavior between parties. We’re talking child almost emancipated, but open up the case and request 5 years of back support. And then get angry with us when we say there’s not much we can do at this point.
Didn’t get what one person believes was an appropriate portion of a settlement? Open a case and have us torment the other party.
The person who is supposed to pay support has had a traumatic event, leaving them essentially a vegetable? Why not open a case and call us daily wanting to know what we’re going to do to collect. And yes, the person knew of the event.
I don’t know if it’s due to the pandemic or due to the change in what cases I receive, but it’s crazy. And sad.
@Kron I going to guess your kids know what’s going on, even if you haven’t sat down and spoken with them. Kudos to you for trying to maintain stability for them, especially in this past month with what happened with your daughter, but I’m sure they they’re aware that something is not all rainbows in the Kingdom of Kron. Obviously, you know your kids better than some rando online, but I tried to do the same with my kid. When she was around 15 and her dad super disappointed her, we finally sat down and had a deep discussion about him. It was difficult, as until then the worst I would say about him was that he was immature. I think maybe it’s time - feel out what they already know and get their input on how to move forward with their mother.
Thanks, all, for the support and letting me rant a sec. Looking at it now, it looks nearly incoherent to me.
Our (youngest) daughter (full disclosure, all children involved are my stepchildren- I’ve never passed my genes on to anybody!) just wants to cut ties entirely. She does not think very highly of her mother any longer, and after her bout in the hospital, that has only deepened. Our son, on the other hand, doesn’t have quite the same enmity, to the extent he thinks about it at all. Our older daughter with some developmental difficulties, though, is all heart.
I think I might just cut ties anyway, and pass any future necessary communication through the older daughter. The kids are free to talk to her if they wish, of course.
Yeah, I usually see his posts and just say “Well, I’m sure this sounds ‘ee-nermal’ inside his head”, and move on… but I’ll add another “Do … what now?”
Here he is. He called into the hearing in Pennsylvania today still singing his same old song about how he won the election and the voting was rigged, while Rudy claps along like a trained organ grinder’s monkey.
??? Certain governors have banned more than x amount of non family people INside you rhouse. The Gov of Oregon said to report your neighbors to the police, if there are too many people over. Am I being whooshedhere?
… except that I’ve had the same song (Elton John’s “Get back honkey cat”) stuck in my head for DAYS now. I don’t WANT to drink whiskey, oh, from a bottle of wine.
During the election, I made especial note of every Trump supporting loser in my neighborhood, and if any of those fucking assholes have people over, you bet I’m going to make their lives difficult. After all, those motherfuckers voted to kill me, so fuck them.
And, keeping with the spirit of the season, I will fuck them over with thanks.
It was Pit worthy! Like I said, eighteen kinds of fucked up. It’s just that we had no idea what you were on about, at first. Ain’t none of us mind readers up in here!
