So, if in fact this is true, why have I gone to all the bother of retaining an attorney and consulting with adult protective services and talking with social workers? Now, according to him, he stated he needed a car part, he took mom to dinner, he needed extra gas money, it was all explained away. I'm weary.I'm told once this goes before a judge, I can control the bank account situation better and his debit card will go away. Will it be enough, though?
Over the past week, I was told by my parents that they have it on very good authority that the world will have an economic crash on the 19th or 20th. This will devalue the dollar greatly and everything will inflate in price. They encouraged me to drain my bank accounts and stock up on dairy products. (Why dairy? I don't know.) This was justification to go buy some things they needed...and there is not enough money in the account to pay the insurance come the 22nd.
Dad went for a psych eval last week. I cleared my calendar to attend and after the 45 minute drive up there, I was told I wouldn't be needed.
Okay. I drove back into town in time for a student and a really long evening.I realized this week that the things I'm now dealing with - the clutter, the garbage issues, the tendency of my parents to fall in with weirdos, has in fact been going on for most of my adult life and probably before, but I didn't fully understand that I was dealing with a LIFETIME of behavior, not a couple of isolated incidents. A good friend and my husband reminded me of the stacks and stacks of stuff in my childhood home and times when they've moved. Seems this past time was the worst though.
Oh, and I finally got the final paperwork on the email money scams he answered, sending money literally around the world. Almost $34,000. Oh yes. This is what I can trace. The wire transfers could only go back so far, so this was just the past six or so years since my mom became blind. Something tells me in my gut that it goes back further than that...but I can't prove it.
To add insult to injury, I found some old bloodwork of my dad's. It was 2 years old. His liver enzymes were high and his PSA (prostate) levels were almost 6 times what they should have been. He didn't go to the doctor or seek further treatment at the time. Said he had no insurance, so it wasn't going to happen. I reminded him that he now had insurance and that we would be getting this taken care of over the next few months. He looked me dead in the eye and told me to mind my own business. So, my dad could very well have prostate cancer.
I also realized that if every month, there will be an argument over bills, that's a minimum of 12 arguments a year (probably more), times the next oh, 30 or so YEARS before they leave this earth. . . literally hundreds of arguments over money...and living, and storage, etc.
As much as I want to honor my parents, I really don't know if I can...should he or my mother continue to slip into a further unfit status or be this belligerent and rude. I can now understand why people take their folks and drop them into a nursing home and walk away. Not that I would ever do that, but I do understand now why it's done. It's just so terribly hard to cope and make sense of everything.
*Sigh*. While I really want to
right now all I can do is wait. Oh, and the dissertation is coming along, albeit slow. There is still a slim chance I could make spring graduation, and I'm trying. I will try with everything in me to finish this term.
For me, personally, the bad news is that stress is taking its toll on my body. My chiropractor said that my thermal scans looked like someone who had just been in a car accident or body-slammed by a football player. They are recommending that I eliminate all stress from my life so my body can heal...
Whoooo, Lordy. Eliminate all stress? What world would that be in?
So. It begs the question and consideration of whether or not I want someone else to act as guardian. I believe I have until the 28th to decide.
I Am So Tired.
