Hello and happy Friday, my friends! Several reminders before I launch into your Friday Chatter.
1) Submission deadline for Utopia: Unity is Sunday, January 18th 11:45pm EST.
It is a few minutes into Friday. I am pretty tired – fighting a dental infection that my dentist didn’t want to prescribe anything for on Wednesday, when I saw him. (I have issues with antibiotics, and the issues make no sense.) He said “Your Primary physician knows you better than we do, ask him to prescribe something for you.” (At 6 PM, when most physician’s offices are closed. And, by the way, I’ve been a patient at this dental office for many years and my Primary physician’s merely two, so SHE does NOT know me better, in terms of antibiotics.) So, I called my Primary on Thursday morning, and her assistant took the message. They called it in – about 10 minutes after I had gone to fetch another med. OF COURSE!! I now have antibiotics and pain meds – so I should actually be able to sleep. I hope.
As some of you may know, Peggy (my sister) and her fiancé (Brian) moved into my house seven years ago in February. (They originally came for a visit, and Brian conned me into letting them stay. I had always planned for Peggy to come and stay, but Brian was a new variable.) Two years ago in the summer, Brian went to Ohio to visit his grandkids, was stupid and hateful to Peggy while he was down there, and she told him not to come back. Last year, about this time, he came for a visit. Peggy told me that he was *just* coming for a visit, that she would never want him back, that she couldn’t trust him. It started snowing about a day into that “visit”, and basically snowed for two weeks. A few days after it became clear that he wasn’t going to be able to make his bus heading back to Ohio, Peggy asked if he could stay. I was uncomfortable with that, but my husband was willing to let him come back, and Peggy wanted him back, and they both promised that he had learned his lesson and would not do drugs again — so I said “Yes.”
Things went well. Until August when Ruedy and Brian had an argument on the way home from vacation. I went into hospital right after that trip and, when I got out, Ruedy and Brian were just angry with each other. It never really got any better.
Two weeks ago, Peggy told me that she and Brian “might” be moving, that he had been bugging her to move since August. Then she went into hospital. Brian spent all four days that she was in hospital at her bedside. When she came home from hospital on Sunday, they were moving. I feel used and abused. I love my sister. Right now I don’t think he is worth the powder and lead to blow him up. They are now planning to move to West Virginia, to be near her grandchildren. I have no counter to “I want to see my grandbabies grow up.” I am being very helpful to Peggy. I am being nice to Brian because I don’t want to make things more difficult for Peggy. Ruedy and Brian seem to have a truce. I hope that continues until they leave.
I have declared that NO ONE IS EVER LIVING IN MY HOUSE AGAIN except me and my honey. I feel like I’ve been used. But it really makes me sad that Peggy is leaving.
Have you ever had anyone take advantage of you? When was it? Who did it? Did you learn from it?