Tuesday, January 13, 2015

18 months later....

It's been about a year and a half since my last blog post. It's weird. I think about my blog everyday. I'll have moments when I think that what is transpiring in my life is blog worthy. Lots of moments, for example when my mom almost died from a misdiagnosis from her primary care doctor, the doctor that I had referred her to, and had had myself since I was 22.
Another worthy blog post could have been when my douche bag brother got arrested for robbing several banks in New Hampshire, and Southern Maine. He doesn't recall the events, on account of him being all high on heroin. It was great fun for my mother, recovering from her near death experience, and her 7 week stint in a rehab facility. Oh, and getting a shit bag that she still has. Remember that my mom lives downstairs from me..the shit bag needs to be emptied, and burped daily. Do you have any idea what your shit smells like when it doesn't go through all the shit, that our shit goes through? It's like raw sewerage, toxic and completely unfiltered...Our shit actually smells good, compared to the other shit! I also learned that shit smells rise. Yup, that's been awesome..I love my mom, and I empathize with what she's going through, but our noses need a voice too!
Back to the my brother, who, btw, is my half brother! Don't think I haven't disclosed this many many times. It's important that people understand that despite my biological link to him, we have different Dads. Very different Dads. He got pretty screwed over by the gene pool..he sorta drowned in it. I don't have any good memories of him, he was 5 years older than me and has been a total and complete dick to me and my 2 sisters as far as I've allowed myself to remember.  I'm sad for what his actions have done to my mom. She is cursed by that bitch unconditional love, and as much as she wishes she could UN-love him, she can't. I often wondered how my brothers story would end. This wasn't the first unbelievable thing he did. He's got 8 (or 9) kids. None of whom he raised. Tried to kill himself more than once (but never wanted to do it bad enough for it to actually work.. but it did garner him some attention, something he couldn't live without.) I could write a book about the shit he's pulled, but who'd read it? It's tragic..It's sad, and it's over. 23 years in jail..he'll be 69 when he gets out..  if he doesn't croak in jail..which I'm sure he will.
There are many other things that have been blog worthy, good things! Really good things..but I don't want to spoil them by being the fabulous ending to this crappy crap. They deserve their own post!

1 comment:

christhadasister said...

What's equally as impressive as your resurrected blog is the fact that I remembered my google user name and password!!!! :)