Again??

 Well, it happened again. What happened you might be asking? I knew we were headed for a fight because the mother cannot stand to have two happy children even though that's continuously what she says. Since my brother moved home I've got nothing but negative reports but at the same time when the mother and I weren't talking she was telling Sean bad things about me. So, here we go.

I got new insurance through Medicare and they needed all my blood work and all my testing and everything and they needed it ASAP. I'm assuming that's so they can charge me more but that's neither here nor there. I told the mother that I needed my car back because she's had it for a year and a half and the only reason she had it was because she needed to get around with Sean being gone. She had her doctor's appointments and I wasn't using the car so why not let her, right? Didn't hurt anybody. Until, like I said, I got new insurance and they needed everything tested. Made an appointment for my eyes, ears, my yearly exam with my doctor Etc in fact, the only thing I didn't need checked was my teeth and that's basically because they're in a garbage can somewhere in Federal Way.

I wanted the appointments to all be within the same week because then I can do my appointments and she can have the car back so she can continue to cancel her appointments. I mean she cancels them because she doesn't have money for testing and yet somehow vodka shows up at Walmart. Again, another Rabbit Hole I'm not going to go down yet.

It still hurts to move and I'm leaning on Mike for more and more but I have to be careful because he started drinking again which aggravates his ulcers. That has nothing to do with me so I leave my opinion out of it. Don't get me wrong, I don't want him drinking but he's not driving my car so I have no opinion on this.

So I told the mother that I needed my car back at least for a couple of days because I had somehow, by the grace of God gotten all of my appointments all four appointments in 3 days. I got my yearly exam I got my vision I got my ears and I got my diabetic full body scan. That was fun, being stuck in a tube that clicks loud loud loud. Not fun.

Mike had taken me because I'm still very afraid of falling. Even with my cane it's a little wobbly and if I fall it's really going to hurt and it's really going to take more muscle than I have to get up. So I'm very careful to always have somebody with me, the mother and Mike don't have to be reminded of my anxieties, they know and they know what I can and cannot do. Two weeks ago I woke up and I had a text from the mother with a picture of the receipt saying Tabs are due. Okay, cool. She said she would buy the tabs I said please do not by the tabs she said she's going to buy the tabs and we went round and round. Two weeks ago I woke up and she said all of my stuff was in my car my car was in my driveway and I need to take Grandma's name off of the car because if something happens apparently the mother thinks she's still liable. I'm thinking she needs to look up Washington state law but, that's usually what she calls me to do and I can tell by the attitude coming through in the texts that she's not about to ask me a thing except when am I going to come get this car because she's sick of me holding it over her like it's the only car in the universe. I don't care if she drives the car grandma did not and would not care if she drives the car the only person Grandma does not want driving the car? Yeah my brother, Shawn. And that's only because he drives drunk that's only because he drives like well like he's the only car in the universe. If Grandma didn't have a problem with him driving she would have said something and she didn't. In fact she said the opposite. She does not under any circumstances want him driving her car at that point my name was not on the car and according to the mother all her, she made the final choice, she made all the decisions when it came to that car. Explain to me this then? Why didn't she go to the DOL to put her name on the car or both of our names on the car? Grandma and I had talks about the car and my cousin Carrie does not have a car and it made more sense to like Carrie use the car. Except, Carrie is the kind of person who does not put insurance on vehicles and is she got pulled over she's going to let the police officer know where he can go and how he can get there. So I was second possibly third because let's face it Grandma had a lot of grandkids. I didn't mind but with Medicare you can only have so many assets and my mother is telling anybody that will listen that she is the executor. She's the executor of the will, the executor of all of Grandma's things, the executor of God above if she had her way.

So, back to the text that I got almost 3 weeks ago. Mike and I had errands to run, I had mapped everything out so that he could run in and do his things return to the truck, go up and get my medication and things and then return to the truck pick up my car from the mother's house and come home. We're both out of the house, we're both getting our stuff done and with the minimalist amount of pain possible. I got dressed and was tying my shoes and Mike went out to warm up his truck. He came back in about a minute later and told me that my car was in the parking lot. My little blue Lightning That was supposed to be at the mother's house was sitting in my driveway. No warning, no hey are you home, no nothing nada. About 10 minutes later she sends me a text with a picture of a TV that Sean has given to Mike. I still think this was a wonderful gift, I was told that Sean had four TVs and just decided to give one to Mike.

I don't know how long my car was out there but I do know that she wanted me to know under no uncircumstances that she had cleaned the steering wheel and the radio panel but Sean scrubbed the car. He vacuumed it he scrubbed it and I was really grateful because it does look nice! It has that brand new look to it and I sent him a thank you. My only complaint is that if I knew they were coming, I've got Christmas gifts and I could have given them to Shawn. But that's okay because I have my car, the mother is happy my brother is happy, so far we're doing good. And then...

I was told that Shawn did all the cleaning,  and I let her know I had thanked him and really the car looked super nice.  I was thinking maybe Shawn could get a job with JC, but before I could put that idea out the mother told me how disappointed she was in me,  again,  and it's better if we part ways and she doesn't want my car in her driveway again.  I told her this was not an airport and she didn't have to tell me she was departing.  She told me she was still departing and that maybe we should just not talk anymore. She said she took her name off the shared Walmart account, and we hung up. 

It's been 3 weeks,  no contact.  I'm not sorry,  I'm not even hurt.  Oddly enough,  I miss my dad. I do pray that if something happens to somebody in the blue house that I'll at least get the phone call. But last time when my dad beat the s*** out of my mom, I had to find out by looking up his name on Google. I guess if there's a good thing to be pulled out of all this, it's brought Mike and I closer together. He's hugging me and he's there when I'm crying because the motherhas shown again and again that we're there is smoke, there is fire. And where there's fire it's automatically my fault. So this time, I have erased her name and the phone number and email from all of my Outlets. Having bipolar is bad enough, but when your own mother thinks everything  negative, it's heartbreaking.