I haven’t written about it on the blog, but I haven’t felt good lately. It is time for my injection again. I’ve been feeling so tired and worn out – like I've run a marathon. The highlight of my day is to go sit with mom two hours and just talk. Much to my chagrin, dad cut that out last night.
“You can con your mother,” he said.. “She will give you anything save money. She has a soft heart for you.”
“No, No, No! You just wait a minute!” I replied angrily. “I would never impose on mom. I love her. I’ve changed.”
“Well still,” dad said animatedly. “I have potent prescribed drugs in the house. There are Coor’s lights for your brother-in-law in the fridge downstairs, and your mother will just leave her purse anywhere allowing you to take money to get drunk.”
I felt a deep sadness - an all encompassing sadness. I hadn’t taken money out of my mother’s purse in years and I hate Coor’s light beer. I left before dad could finish his tirade. “I’m not finished , he said sticking his head out the back door. “Well, I am,” I replied with tears streaming down my cheek's. “You’re not treating me like that when I’ve done nothing wrong.” I wasn’t going to be degraded any longer.
I drove home crying. I had held off long enough to make it too the car before the heaven’s opened up. I beat my fists against the steering wheel I was so frustrated. I wanted to hit the man – to give him a good sucker punch. I was so angry and i felt so badly. I wanted to give him a good old fashioned ass kicking as i am a much larger man than he.
I won’t go into the semantics of it all, but Maggie and I left for our walk when I drove home. She had the best time, and it actually brought a smile to my face. Maggie really was my best medication today.