Thank you, Faithful Blog,....

(Apologies to Jimmy Fallon)
....for being there after my mind-boggling conversation with the albatross.
He says he can't leave until the 8th. I say he must. He says he has nowhere to go til then. I tell him to get a room. He says oh, no he doesn't want to stay in a room! I say we all must sometimes do what we don't want to do. He says Dorothy would not want him to be homeless. I say then stay with your son. He says the last word Dorothy ever spoke was his name. I say Dorothy is dead. (I'm afraid that was a horrible thing to say and it makes me feel like crap.)

He said he wants to settle things in a friendly way. He wants to sit and talk. I tell him we already did that. He said he means with no lawyers. He said he could hire, or could have hired, a lawyer also. I said yes, but lawyers cost money. He said he could borrow the money.

I tell him that I'd just gotten home from spending the day with a single (well, sort of) mother of 3 kids, ages 9-13, who will be evicted June 30th also. She has no money, vehicle, or place to go, and ironically enough I have worked with the family for 11 years, since the older were a baby and a toddler, and the youngest not yet born. I tell him that I feel bad for them, but cannot help them any further. He says they are not family. He is, Dorothy's family, and therefore my family. I feel like killing somebody.
Thank you, Faithful Blog, for letting me vent further. He says that every single one of his paychecks went into their joint account, and that I should extract enough from that account to pay the bills. I tell him that I'd been to the SEFCU office, that there had never been a joint account, and that what was owed in home equity and car loans there was 25 times the amount in the account. He says he didn't know that. He says the reason he has no credit and owes $30,000 is that the economy went bad. He reminds me that Dave lost his job then also. I say that we did not go into debt then, and that I am still working at an ancient age. He says all he wants is for all the family to sit down and talk about Dorothy and their love for each other. I say the time for talk has passed and we need to take action, in the form of his leaving. And I tell him that I will need his address so that we can drive the car there and remove the plates. He says he will be driving the car, and that if I take the plates, how can he get new ones. He needs the car to be able to work. I tell him to work now, and that it will not be my problem how he gets new plates, tell him to ask his son for help. I remind him that if he's not gone by the 30th, no car, no cash. He wants to talk to Marilyn. I don't own a gun.

I plan to delete this blog, but for some reason it made me feel a little better to post it here. I don't know why. If anyone read it, they would say I'm stupid to have had still another conversation with such a manipulative bastard and I know it's true. But other things are true also, and I wish they weren't.