I’ve been sitting here, in all my free time, going over past posts and correcting spelling and grammar errors on my blog.
I’m telling ya! If I didn’t know it was me writing these entries, I’d think this guy had a great head on his shoulders and knows what he is talking about. Which is kind of a crock.
So I decided to submit an entry, while my mind is in a state of flux and at a crossroads.
That way whoever reads my blog knows I don’t always have the answers or know what I’m talking about. Allergy season is here and I've been taking over the counter meds with my prescription meds. I think I over did it. So this past Wednesday after I woke up with the chills and took a swig on Nyquil on top of the two Contact pills i took a few hours before. So around midnight I got up to go pray to the porcelain bowl then crawled back into bed. The rest of the night I tossed and turned sweating one minute, getting the chills the next and not sleeping.
At times like these, I realize, it sucks being alone. Don’t get me wrong Sasha is doing her job. When I’m moody and sad, she gives me kisses and cuddles with me to cheer me up. However, when I’m sick the little bitch wants nothing to do with me and goes to sleep on the sofa.
I ‘m getting to the point that maybe it's time for me to contemplate moving back home with Netty & Jack. Yes kids, lack of sleep makes me that delirious.
Jack keeps telling me on the car rides back to Haverhill to just say the word and I can come back home. Netty’s also mentioned it a few times. And while I have no major issues living with Jack, Netty is another story.
When I was released from the hospital, I spent the first two weeks at my parents’ house. It wasn’t pretty. I felt more isolated there than I did in my apartment in Haverhill. I also felt that with the loss of my car & licence, I also lost my independence. On top of that, staying at Netty’s house, I had to make even more concessions.
Netty is a very head strong, opinionated woman, who feels everything in that house is there because of her and belongs to her. There were several times I felt like telling her if it wasn’t for Jack and the money he earned, she probably wouldn’t have half the stuff in that house or even that house for that matter.
Not to poop all over Netty, I’m pretty pig-headed and stubborn myself. I think the two of us back under the same roof every day will be a disaster or disasters waiting to happen. And poor Jack will be stuck in the cross fires.
So I think right now, I’m going to my court date on Tuesday with all my medical records in tow. Hopefully that will go off without a hitch and the accident will be determined as a "no fault" accident.
And in the meantime I need to figure out what to do about my living situation. I need to assess the pros and the cons on going back home. Also I think I need to open up the lines of communication with Netty & Jack. Let them know my thoughts, feelings & fears without being offensive.
I know it going to be tough because I expect Netty, being 65, to play the age card right off the bat. I can hear her now, "I’m old and set in my ways." So I think I might take her age card and play it with my gay card. I’ll tell her we are the same age. Because being 35 is like being 65 in gay years. Alright, I honestly don’t actually think that, but being that we all know I spend a lot of time watching Law & Order, I will say whatever I need to win my case.
So those are the cons, but here are some pros.
First off, I'm going to be losing unemployment soon and disability is still a big question mark. So, I'm going to have to get a job that earns a decent paycheck. The good jobs are in Boston especially whereas I have no car. So being in Marblehead, it's an easier as well as cheaper commute.
Secondly, I know Netty will want to charge me rent if I come back home. I do agree that if I'm living there I should be paying something. Knowing she will charge me at least $25 to $50 week and knowing I can afford a little bit more, I think I'll offer to pay her the $350 a month that I'm paying now for my own apartment.
That way I can gain some leverage.
Because if I up the offer she will have to make concessions of her own. She will need to keep her opinions to a minimum. Also, she can not gossip about what a pain in the ass I am while I am in the house. Because she was busted red handed once by forgetting the shut the baby monitor off while venting. Just because there is no more baby monitor, that doesn't mean I don' t have other methods of hearing her bitch about me.
If she is caught talking or it gets back to me that she was talking about me, the rent deal will be null & void and I'll stay in Marblehead free of charge.
I feel this last rule will be the sticking point.
