My uncle is in a manic state – big time. He is spending money like it is growing on trees. And he won’t answer my phone calls. I would give up, but I can’t do that to my guardian angel. My guardian angel has been getting Fred to doctor appointments, to the VA and to court appointments. Yup – that is still going on. Each month we go in and wait – and they come back and say thank you now come back next month. This month at court was pretty interesting. Turns out that if you don’t get a chance to enter in a plea after a certain number of months, you have to start the whole process all over again. Except no one tells you that. There was a warrant out for Fred’s arrest! And I only figured this out because I randomly pulled up his record on the court website! A simple license check could have had him arrested! So, we had to post bail (again), get processed through the jail (again) and stand in front of the judge (again). To say I was stressed and angry is an understatement. What do people do that don’t have a support system? They get screwed. But I can’t worry about them right now.
Fred moved into his new one bedroom apartment. I had to co-sign the lease for him. I hate that he signed a 9 month lease. That sounds like an eternity. I wanted him to look around for a shorter lease, but he wouldn’t do it. He insisted on THIS apartment. I asked the leasing agent what happened if he got sick and had to leave. They responded that there was no way to get out of the lease; he would have to pay until it expired in December. A bit ridiculous if you ask me, but I will just have to cross that bridge if needed. Unfortunately, in his manic state, he thinks he can move on his own. All these “friends” that he had with the American Legion, the VFW and the 40/8 – they have disappeared. The apartment was a little more expensive than I had wanted, so now his budget is really tight. So more stress for me.
Oh – and apparently today when he was leaving my guardian angel’s house, he asked his 7 year old son how much he wanted for all his toys. This is AFTER my uncle took all the toys and piled them on the bed. Turns out my uncle wanted to give them to the children in the apartment complex. That just isn’t cool at all.
So now my uncle is in his apartment. He is sitting and sleeping on the floor. All his stuff is in the really expensive storage unit. He can’t figure out how to get power turned on nor the TV. He isn’t acting normal. He isn’t listening to reason. I don’t think this is going to end well.
I am drowning.
It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.
Deuteronomy 31:8 (ESV)
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