I lost track of...
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I've lost track of the number of days the person who lives under my roof has been on a bender (meth). I stopped counting at 8.
Now it's bled into the fact he has run out of his pain medication (Percocet).
Well, during this time, he has perseverated (it's a meth behavior; the colloquial word is-- "tweeking") and he spent a week in the bathroom picking at his skin.
He claims he has a systemic and skin fungal infection, but I haven't seen a piece of paper with a diagnosis written on it, except "tinea" from an urgent care, which my father got in Viet Nam, and which I don't believe he has because he doesn't have the symptoms.
He might have a fungal infection of some type, but he spends every day acting like he's being martyred.
So, during this week+ (and still) he has poured various shampoos and skin products (and water) on the bathroom counter, the mirror, and the floor.
The floor was soaked and slippery enough to trip and fall. He busted the toilet seat off (I bought it before I hired a plumber to make the toilet flush; he was content to flush the toilet with my mop bucket which took forever between using it and cleaning up).
He never cleans the bathroom after using it, and leaves his wet towels and dirty clothes on the floor. The other morning he knocked on my bedroom door and asked for a roll of toilet paper. I had already told him to buy his own, clearly and repeatedly. But, of course, I gave him one.
So, I wake up and find he's gone and has left feces all over the bathroom.
This is real primate behavior, no?
The next time, my answer will be-- "No."
I have an office cabinet in my room. I keep it locked. It's about as tall as a desk.
A separate aspect of this reality that seems like a bad dream is he spent days stealing everything he could get his hands on. I put all of my cleaning supplies in my room. Let him buy his own.
He became and hasn't stopped being very loud and belligerent.
People with Narcissistic Personality Disorder behave this way; it's a way of saying they don't respect your boundaries, and moreover they try to take away your peace of mind and to interfere with you, whatever you are trying to do, for example- sleep (the list goes on).
I would move tomorrow morning but won't know what my options are until my father's estate is settled.
Unfortunately, the estate has to sell my father's house before the this happens.
I've been told that a practical estimate of the time frame is the end of February.
Long story short, my roommate is a bum.
I'm doing my best even though he's acting like a 2 year old. He was acting like a 5 year old, emotionally, but his health and personality have deteriorated because of the drugs and depression about where he is in life.
I need to do a better job of not letting him affect me.
He doesn't have any realistic way of paying for this place after I leave. I used to care about his future but not any longer. He can live in a homeless encampment for all I care.
I will have two locks on and a security camera over my front door if God willing I get my own place. He will never, ever be allowed inside my house.
Thank you for reading.
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That sounds absolutely terrible and I’m sorry you are going through it.
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Thank you, Amanda.
Yes.
My father and I were very close. We talked to each other on the phone once a week and sent mail to each other on a regular basis. He used to call me sometimes instead of me calling the house phone which he had never done before my sister passed.
We never spoke about his will. I expected my brother to inherit everything. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I found out my brother and I inherited in equal shares.
My brother pretended with me that he had inherited everything after our father passed.
He even told me that my father's 1985 will was our father's and mother's will. I told him it was not our mother's will. I suggested he read it. He told me he didn't need to read anything. I then told him he could ask our cousin, the executer, if he didn't believe me. He didn't reply to this parting shot because there was nothing he could say.
My cousin hasn't always been forthcoming, either. She had spent almost two years pressuring my father to sign a new draft will leaving everything to my brother to no avail.
It would be an understatement to say families can become primal and vicious when it comes to survivorship and inheritance.
I've observed this once in my family and now experienced it twice.
I'm truly humbled my father thought of me and very grateful.
My brother can pound sand. My problem with him started when I expected to get nothing and he tried to have my sister disinherited.
Probate is a fresh kind of hell but I'm glad it exists to keep everyone honest.
I'm sorry for the long post but my father died last October marking a year since his passing and a year of dealing with my grief, my brother, my cousin, and the probate process.
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