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Mom's doing better. She's been exited from the physical rehab and put into the mental rehab center. The latter focuses more on Mom being independent so unlike her stay at the pays rehab center, we're not taking turns baby-sitting her through the day and night. That arrangement was taking its toll on everyone. Dad's a bit of an emotional wreck from seeing Mom like this in addition to dealing with bullshit from the insurance companies. The cancer insurance co. threw out one of Mom's claims since Dad didn't get in all of the proper paperwork in at once so he tried resubmitting the claim with all of the proper papers at once, but we haven't heard back from the insurance so he filed a complaint with the TX Insurance Board.
Rene's acting like an asshole. Yeah he's helped out tremendously money-wise, supplies-wise, and caregiving-wise. But he just acts like a dick over stupid things. He snapped his fingers at me like I'm sort of retarded servant when I was typing an inventory of Mom's clothes (on his request) into my iPhone (he thought I was texting or fucking off). He snapped his fingers at me again when we were visiting the mental center because I couldn't think of anything to say at dinner. And I was nervous from one of the other patients at the facility-- the guy is too loud and yells and wanders around the dorms-- and I was going to stay overnight in Mom's room. This morning, I was just expressing disbelief over some bad news Dad brought up regarding technicalities with Mom's sick leave when Rene cut me off saying that what happened happened and to get over it. I could understand if I'd been bitching over the issue for several minutes or repeating myself, but it was just one comment and he got his panties in a bunch.
He's also developed a very condescending voice when he speaks to me and my dad. We're thirty and sixty two respectively. It's very demeaning and I don't appreciate it one bit.
Honestly, I've no emotion for my brother at all. As far as I'm concerned, he's just a third body living in the room next to mine in this house. I don't emotionally regard him as a family member. I'm also irritated because he said the dogs need to be outdoor dogs from now on. It's supposed to hit 106 degrees F and he gets irritated if they're in their kennels because he thinks that I intend to keep them like hamsters in cages to skirt them running loose in the house. I understand that they cannot run loose like before once Mom gets home because of a falling hazard, but I can't keep them outside all the time. They're used to being with us in the house. I hate to admit that I've even Googled "how to give away a dog" at one point just to shut Rene up. A reasonable compromise is that they stay outside in the morning, get a cool-off period being kenneled at the hottest part of the day, go back out for the evening, come in for bed, Brandy in her cage, Rufus in my room.
Hell, I've even, on many occasions, thought about taking the dogs to a kennel and checking myself into a motel. Just until Rene's medical leave expires and he goes back to his home. I think losing that much from my savings is worth peace of mind. Or even better, I've thought about taking the dogs to a kennel and driving off on an impromptu road trip. I need a break from that asshole and all of this sorrow. The only real reason I haven't taken off is because I know it would kill Mom and Dad.
The upshot of this--- this medical leave has eaten away on Rene's vacation time so I'm keeping my fingers crossed (may I rot in hell for this) that he won't even make it for Christmas. We can't live together. He's just an overbearing asshole and I'm about ready to do what my friend did to her mother and brother when they didn't support her decision to marry her boyfriend. I'm about ready to just not be on speaking terms with my brother. I know it's passive-aggressive, childish, but he's really making me ill physically and mentally and I do not need this sort of bullshit right now. When Mom went into the ER on Monday night/Tues morning, I was more at ease in the hospital because Rene wasn't there. I knew Mom was in no danger of dying or having another repeat stroke, and not having my brother around acting like a bossy asshole was the icing on the cake. The only discomfort was sitting in the hard plastic chair in the ER for several hours, as it should be.
Rene's acting like an asshole. Yeah he's helped out tremendously money-wise, supplies-wise, and caregiving-wise. But he just acts like a dick over stupid things. He snapped his fingers at me like I'm sort of retarded servant when I was typing an inventory of Mom's clothes (on his request) into my iPhone (he thought I was texting or fucking off). He snapped his fingers at me again when we were visiting the mental center because I couldn't think of anything to say at dinner. And I was nervous from one of the other patients at the facility-- the guy is too loud and yells and wanders around the dorms-- and I was going to stay overnight in Mom's room. This morning, I was just expressing disbelief over some bad news Dad brought up regarding technicalities with Mom's sick leave when Rene cut me off saying that what happened happened and to get over it. I could understand if I'd been bitching over the issue for several minutes or repeating myself, but it was just one comment and he got his panties in a bunch.
He's also developed a very condescending voice when he speaks to me and my dad. We're thirty and sixty two respectively. It's very demeaning and I don't appreciate it one bit.
Honestly, I've no emotion for my brother at all. As far as I'm concerned, he's just a third body living in the room next to mine in this house. I don't emotionally regard him as a family member. I'm also irritated because he said the dogs need to be outdoor dogs from now on. It's supposed to hit 106 degrees F and he gets irritated if they're in their kennels because he thinks that I intend to keep them like hamsters in cages to skirt them running loose in the house. I understand that they cannot run loose like before once Mom gets home because of a falling hazard, but I can't keep them outside all the time. They're used to being with us in the house. I hate to admit that I've even Googled "how to give away a dog" at one point just to shut Rene up. A reasonable compromise is that they stay outside in the morning, get a cool-off period being kenneled at the hottest part of the day, go back out for the evening, come in for bed, Brandy in her cage, Rufus in my room.
Hell, I've even, on many occasions, thought about taking the dogs to a kennel and checking myself into a motel. Just until Rene's medical leave expires and he goes back to his home. I think losing that much from my savings is worth peace of mind. Or even better, I've thought about taking the dogs to a kennel and driving off on an impromptu road trip. I need a break from that asshole and all of this sorrow. The only real reason I haven't taken off is because I know it would kill Mom and Dad.
The upshot of this--- this medical leave has eaten away on Rene's vacation time so I'm keeping my fingers crossed (may I rot in hell for this) that he won't even make it for Christmas. We can't live together. He's just an overbearing asshole and I'm about ready to do what my friend did to her mother and brother when they didn't support her decision to marry her boyfriend. I'm about ready to just not be on speaking terms with my brother. I know it's passive-aggressive, childish, but he's really making me ill physically and mentally and I do not need this sort of bullshit right now. When Mom went into the ER on Monday night/Tues morning, I was more at ease in the hospital because Rene wasn't there. I knew Mom was in no danger of dying or having another repeat stroke, and not having my brother around acting like a bossy asshole was the icing on the cake. The only discomfort was sitting in the hard plastic chair in the ER for several hours, as it should be.
