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It went past the forecast high yesterday and ended up being 92.
Then they changed the forecast, took away the 93, and bought the next few days down to about 91, iirc.
I was in air-conditioning sleeping over at Jim's mother's for the last two days. She was staying at her daughter's house.
I'm not allowed to be there with Jim when she's not home. Yesterday morning at dawn, I walked home to drop off my laundry and pick up a few things Jim needed.
Within two hours, two of her neighbors has texted her and told her they saw someone leaving her house.
It's like East Germany in that park.
I don't like those people. They are old; they are rich; they are snobbish; and they literally spend their days and nights spying on each other.
In their minds, they're helping each other. To my mind, they consistently go beyond the pale with all this surveillance and gossip.
It's private property, both the homes and the lots. Yet we have Mrs X texting Jim's mother and saying, "I think your son is staying at your house." No. Really? Duh. We have presumably Mrs. X and a second neighbor clocking me for carrying my laundry home at dusk.
I didn't commit any crime; those people creep me out; I wouldn't live there.
Yesterday was Jim's 60th birthday and I was there to celebrate it with him.
I was going home in the evening in any case but we got into an argument with parting shots.
I stayed about ten minutes to calm down and after this time passed, I felt a strong feeling of not wanting to be there; I was emotionally exhausted; I couldn't think of a word to say; and I walked out the door without saying anything.
I think I am moving toward the decision that I don't want to live with him; I think I am moving toward the decision that no matter what I do or don't do, the situation is hopeless.
He sells his plasma, buys crystal meth, lather, rinse, repeat.
I've held down the house (everything-- the rent, the cleaning, the maintenance, the gardening, and maintaining my working relationship with the manager) for at least eight months by myself.
He is up for days, invites strangers into my home, comes and goes at all hours of the day and night, is consistently hostile or hostile on a recurring basis.
His plans to make money are nebulous.
He can't work but when I advised him to apply for SSDI years ago, he was dismissive.
He's decided he doesn't want to work, and he's giving me every indication that doing nothing for the next two years, and then receiving OASDI is his actual plan.
I didn't ever agree to carry him for three years (WTF) and when he gets his Social Security, what's to say he'll do something other than spend it on himself as opposed to all of the bills, maintenance, and serious heath care needs he's ignoring now?
Every time we start to get along and work together a backlash follows, allowing him to return to his position that he owes me literally nothing.
Yesterday evening I did our dishes because he said, "Do the dishes but don't put them up so I can put them where they go." I did what he said.
I walked into the living room a couple hours later and he yells at me that I "didn't clean the kitchen." He insisted he didn't specifically say do the dishes but don't put them up.
He seems to think he can gaslight me or die trying.
The executer of my father's estate isn't giving me straight answers to questions that are my right to know has suggested I make a legal arrangement that is blatantly inconsistent with the law, and has maintained her position she has some enumerated right to send me paperwork and implicitly demand I sign it.
The final straw was she told he she was sending me something to sign, I questioned her, and she told me the estate has already "engaged" the services in question to shut me down.
I texted her late last night and told her the estate could not have already "engaged" said services because the "engagement" isn't made until I sign the relevant contract.
I'm going to just go ahead and contact the estate lawyer directly.
My brother and cousin conspired (including in a three way call) to gaslight me into believing I'd inherited nothing for months while they desperately tried to find more than an invalid draft will updating my father's 1985 will.
It was greedy, cruel, and pointless.
What else won't they try?
The mysterious MetLife account contains $200,000, has now been administered, my father's estate being the sole beneficiary, meaning $100,000 is mine as a distributee.
I need an inventory of all of my father's accounts now.
My cousin should have given me this information freely especially when asked for it. I should have had this information a long time ago
I spent hours looking at court records involving my mother's estate and my father's estate yesterday.
It was emotionally overwhelming.
Then for fun I watched a documentary about a man who contracted two different strains of syphilis. Lol.
So, in effect, we got a 1 degree break in the heatwave.
Jim's celebrating his birthday at his mother's house and I have mine to myself.
So there's that.
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@AndyD my sister used to put a wet folded bandana in the freezer
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Miserable
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Actually reached 94 today and is 93 now. Almost no wind either. My yearly temperature charts did not predict this. It's going to be a long hot summer but then I'll have my inheritance and I'll be setting myself up some way without my useless (or using) housemate. I've made a final decision. I want him out of my life completely and forever. He did street drugs instead of paying the electric bill. This is his fault. Many things are his fault. I'm done.
