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In an interesting turn of events

We have all now been relegated to separate rooms of the house.  I am currently in the basement working on music.  My wife is in the bedroom reading a book.  Dad has know taken over the living room as his bedroom, due to his back hurting.  

He doesn't have any empathy left.  He doesn't give one fuck about us or what we are doing, or if he is making anything difficult.  It's because he doesnt' know any better at this point.  I get it, honestly I do.

Lord help us get thru the winter.  

Apparently his back has been bugging him.  He blames it on the bed.  I'm going out to buy him a new mattress on Wednesday.  Another thing to do on Wednesday.  

The other day I came home from work and he had big plans to put an old 2x4 he found in the backlane up on the ceiling of the basement so he could hang his tools.  you know "so we could get at them if we need them".

I said to him, that I didn't really want to put anything up in the basement, and I didn't really see the point of it.  

(He then got annoyed, left went and bought a bottle of wine, got drunk.  basically pouted like a toddler).

Besides which if I need to find the tools, they are in the toolbox where they belong.  That's why they make them.

Also, it's my house.  I'll drill holes in it.  And If I wanted to hang tools I would have done it already. 

I came home to find that he has put a pile of hangers into the floor studs, and hung abunch of random tools. Those studs are 100 years old.  

Well at least he's happy right? 

People tell us "we need to take care of ourselves".  How????? When?????

When I got home this evening, he was already in bed and there was an empty wine bottle on the stairs.  

Apparently the dog scared the shit out of him because he was napping on the couch when my wife and Lily came home. 

We had supper and I went downstairs to have some time by myself. Not 10 minutes after I got down here I get a text from my wife saying he is up complaining that his back hurts.

It's because he walked all over Winnipeg today, got some booze, went to the grocery store and bought hamburger helper but no hamburger.  And spent the afternoon drilling holes in my fucking ceiling.  

And now he's camped out in the living room.

So I'll be in the basement and my wife will be in the bedroom if you need us.  

God help us. 


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