I've been working late a lot, till 1 am or so because I'm working with a project where the people are in Amsterdam so they're getting to work around 9pm my time.
sometimes I make something to eat before I go to bed because I'm hungry. If I don't clean up then the next morning W sees a mess in the kitchen and decides that I must be drinking and out of control because I used to eat late and night and make a mess when I was drinking.
So, I really go out of my way to keep it clean.
Of course, since my dad died she is hyper sensitive to everything because she expects me to lose it.
So, on thursday at 1 am or so I had cooked some eggs and onions and left the pan on the stove and since I used olive oil it had splattered a little around the pan on the stove.
I left it out as I was really tired and went to bed.
Well thursday morning I was asleep while she was here making breakfast for the kids. She came to my room and knocked on the door. She then proceeded to tell me I needed to 'get my act together' because the house is 'falling apart' and 'the girls need you!'
She told me how she had to clean up this terrible mess and the T-Shirt I was wearing had oil spots on it (I am not great at cooking without being messy. I have a lot of shirts with spots on them because of this) so Obviously I'm drunk all the time and she tells me her cell phone service was turned off this morning for non payment and how can she get off the family plan?
I told her that I must have forgot to pay it, I'll do that right now (which I did, I have the money just been busy).
I told her that I am NOT 'falling apart', that I'm working till 1 to 4 am in the morning and making money.
I was calm and basically told her that I'm quite fine.
She said "Well the girls need you so keep it together"
Right. They don't need her. They need me.
I had an interesting talk with her brother that evening. I haven't talked to him since before the bomb and he right off told me he doesn't support her decisions.
But what I found more interesting is that he said she is a 'spoiled princess who needs a reality check'. Wow.
He went on to say that when he lived with us for a year about 4 years ago (he was in a depression and couldn't hold a job so we took him in) he said that he couldn't believe how W treated me. Basically she would get down on my when I was depressed and drinking and keep telling me to fix myself instead of saying 'how can I help? What can WE do?'
He didn't really like that but didn't say anything then because of his own problems.
So it got me thinking about the mornings exchange.
"Keep it together Frank", not "What can I do to help Frank?"
"The girls need you Frank" not "The girls need us both to be healthy"
Another nail in her coffin. I'm starting to feel like I haven't really lost anything.
