Recorded 12/13/2011
I have chosen to not allow my family humiliate or denigrate me in any fashion; and these hold to them whether they are 47 or 74.
They don't have to like it. They can dislike it until the cows come home.
They can make idle threats, they can scream, yell, piss, moan, moan and groan.
It comes to a set of choices:
- Do they wantt to take part in my life???
- Are they making the choice not to be a part of my life
- Active or passive participation
Charity (love-not handouts) starts within the home; according to some facts the "Umm...uhhhh" as my eldest brother screamed at me, yelling for ten minutes and nineteen seconds that "G-dammit, do you ever fucking listen to yourself????" [insert babble about multitudes of research he's done on RSD and how it's all started with hydrotherapy and I must get started straight away]
"Look, Paul," I kept my voice calm and even. "My income is $875; of that, about $440 is spent on medical bills. Hydrotherapy would be 2-3 days per week. My copay is $40 per visit because the state decided I don't need their assistance with PT, OT, dental or hospice. So, that would be about $400. Add the $440 I already spend on medical/dental; please tell me how I am to pay rent, utilities, buy food on $74 per month of food stamps......"
He was having none of it. "You just have to want it, and accept there's gonna be some pain in the beginning!!!"
I gave up and hung up.
Come Friday--his birthday. I called to wish him a happy birthday; and ask him if he wanted a gift certificate from Amazon--or the donation to a charity of his choice.
He ignored my call.
I bought two new Kindle books. To hell with him~~he can go to hell. No more from him either. He's feeding the "Boogeywoman".
Florida. 13 days!!!
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