FYI, the fuckwit is getting out this morning. His mother scraped up the money for three bail bonds(three charges) from somewhere, no idea where, and he’s cooled his heels long enough to pay off his fines. Well, they say he has. My math on his fines versus the credit he earns per day doesn’t add up to the right amount, but since they’re a small county jail instead of a facility that can hold people for an extended period of time I think they’re just letting him out to get rid of him. Shame really, he’s only been in long enough to pay about half of the fines. Seems the entire world makes exceptions for the boy.(Technically he’s not a boy, he’s 20 years old, but when you act the way he does, you’re still a boy. He has yet to earn the designation ‘man’. You have to stand on your own two feet to get that, not just clutch your momma’s apron strings and live off her income/credit.)
So, yesterday, when we learned he was getting out today, here is a snippet of the conversation he had with his mother.
Fuckwit: I’m getting out tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning.
Mother-in-Law: But Melissa can’t be there that early.
Yep. That’s right. At the time they had this conversation, we were completely unaware of the fact that he would be getting out at that time. Neither of us was on the phone, and yet, somehow, we volunteered to drive the hour and a half to two hours to pick him up. Oh, and if we were going to get there at 8:30 we’d have to cross half of the DFW metroplex during the morning rush hour, including going through downtown and the mixmaster. Leaving the house at 6 AM might get it. So now we’re apparently getting the kids up ultra early, dropping me off for work(one-car family) three hours early, then letting the four small children(oldest is six) sit in the car for the two and a half hour ride, about an hour of which would be bumper-to-bumper.
Oh but wait, it gets better. MiL called us, and it seems she wants to go too. Melissa took her to get her truck(the one Fuckwit had been arrested in and subsequently gotten impounded) out of impound yesterday, but she won’t drive it to go get her son. Why? They’ve run the tires bald. So now we’re supposed to leave the house ultra-early, go cross town to pick her up, then get on the highway(which shouldn’t be too bad because it’s the outer piece of the loop) and drive the hour and a half more to where Fuckwit is. Oh, and she wants to go a little earlier so she won’t be very late for work. Oh, and some cousin and her baby want to come too(god knows why), so now we’re up to eight people in our seven-passenger van(five of which are young children, MiL, Cousin and my wife), and this is BEFORE they pick up Fuckwit.
I said no.
So we said we won’t pick up MiL, we won’t take cousin and baby, and we won’t leave early. Fuckwit can cool his heels in the waiting area of the jail until someone gets there. We’ll leave the house at our normal time, drop me off at work then Melissa can do what she feels she should do. She packed some snacks and drinks for the kids and gave them blankets so they can nap on the way out there. Once she has him, she’s got to take him to the bail bondsman and wait while he gets his paperwork there processed. Then it’s the hour and a half to two hour drive back to town. I’m thinking between five and six hours the kids will be sitting in the car.
As for claims that Melissa hasn’t done things for her mother, or doesn’t help her, that’s utter bullshit. From the time he called OUR house in the middle of the night this weekend, Melissa has done more of the work than anyone else, including his mother. She spent all day Saturday with her mom, providing “support” and doing the legwork of locating a bail bondsman, calling a lawyer, finding out the status of the truck, how much was owed, and to whom, what the charges were, etc. Almost all of this was via her cell phone because it’d be long distance to call from MiL’s house and we have nationwide calling on our plan. She ran the battery dead. For a phone with a three hour talk time with a full charge, that’s impressive, and yes, it did have a full charge when she started. It was Melissa who did virtually ALL the legwork, and it was Melissa’s phone that Fuckwit called when he wanted to know what was going on with the process of getting him out. He called his mother to cry at her and give her ammo to guilt trip Melissa into working towards getting him out.
MiL’s other daughter, Fuckwit’s other sister, Melissa’s sister, how has she handled all this? Yes, there is another sister, an older sister. She refused to return calls from her mother this week. Good decision, I wish we had.
Now MiL is saying she’s going to tell Fuckwit, and encouraging Melissa to tell Fuckwit, that if he gets in trouble again, no help will be forthcoming. He is not to even call. I know Melissa had made that decision, but she hadn’t told her mother she made it. Again her mother puts words in her mouth, in this case they’re the words she was going to say anyway, but MiL said, “We’ll tell him that, and make him believe it, even though we don’t mean it.” So now MiL has signed us up to help Fuckwit if he fucks up again, but in the meantime to pretend we wouldn’t help him. Hmm, will be interesting next time Fuckwit fucks up and she realizes we’re not pretending. We really won’t help bail his dumb ass out again.
Enjoy,
Steven
So I of course had to go to her house to try to help her. However, since my brother doesn’t have a job, and yet still goes out to “party” 3 or 4 nights a week, and my mother is giving him money for that she has no money to bail him out. Plus he has no drivers licence and no insurance. :smack: Yes they are both idiots.
