What a day
Okay, this is what my day was like. The problem is, I don't know where to start, I mean, this is so convoluted.
My sister, Geri, was my hero. She also was one of the reasons I got sober. I started teaching in 1987, and lived with her. In 1988, she adopted one of her students. In 1989, she kicked my out because my dry, and sometimes wet, drunks were scaring the boy she adopted. She was right to do that, and later that year I got sober.
The boy she adopted was severely learning disabled, but I was able to help tutor him and he did manage to graduate. His senior year, though, he and his girlfriend (who was his age, but never managed to get out of 9th grade). They would later get married and have 4 more children in a stormy, stormy relationship.
FAST FORWARD:
1998, Geri became seriously ill with end-stage renal failure.
1999-2001, We spent most of our time trying to keep Geri alive. She was in the hospital for over a year, and then in assisted living.
May 2001-October 2004- Geri moved in with DH and I. Our world sometimes seemed to revolve around dialysis 3 days a week, doctors visits and emergency room visits. All this while we were raising one daughter, and then in April 2004, I had another. Four days after my last daughter was born, Geri had a stroke.
October 2004, Geri got a kidney from a cadaver-donor. Unfortunately, her systemic lupus reacted poorly to the stress of that, and in December, she died of lupus-induced multi-organ failure. The last thing she asked was that I take care of her son.
I am my nephew's representative payee for SSI, managing the money affairs about which he tells me.
ALMOST TO TODAY:
In January, my nephew and his wife were arrested for the sexual abuse of three of their children from 1998-2003.
TODAY:
My husband and I had to move all of their stuff to storage. One of nephew's friends, his sister and my stepson were supposed to come to help. The sister and her fiance had to go out of town. Stepson cut his hand. I just turned it over, because I didn't have a choice.
My BIL came and helped. The neighbor helped. A coworker of my Knight helped. So did my FIL. HE did little more than follow me around the apartment. (SHUDDER)
But it is done. Over. Now all I have to do is write checks from the account that Geri's retirement endowment comes to.
My sister, Geri, was my hero. She also was one of the reasons I got sober. I started teaching in 1987, and lived with her. In 1988, she adopted one of her students. In 1989, she kicked my out because my dry, and sometimes wet, drunks were scaring the boy she adopted. She was right to do that, and later that year I got sober.
The boy she adopted was severely learning disabled, but I was able to help tutor him and he did manage to graduate. His senior year, though, he and his girlfriend (who was his age, but never managed to get out of 9th grade). They would later get married and have 4 more children in a stormy, stormy relationship.
FAST FORWARD:
1998, Geri became seriously ill with end-stage renal failure.
1999-2001, We spent most of our time trying to keep Geri alive. She was in the hospital for over a year, and then in assisted living.
May 2001-October 2004- Geri moved in with DH and I. Our world sometimes seemed to revolve around dialysis 3 days a week, doctors visits and emergency room visits. All this while we were raising one daughter, and then in April 2004, I had another. Four days after my last daughter was born, Geri had a stroke.
October 2004, Geri got a kidney from a cadaver-donor. Unfortunately, her systemic lupus reacted poorly to the stress of that, and in December, she died of lupus-induced multi-organ failure. The last thing she asked was that I take care of her son.
I am my nephew's representative payee for SSI, managing the money affairs about which he tells me.
ALMOST TO TODAY:
In January, my nephew and his wife were arrested for the sexual abuse of three of their children from 1998-2003.
TODAY:
My husband and I had to move all of their stuff to storage. One of nephew's friends, his sister and my stepson were supposed to come to help. The sister and her fiance had to go out of town. Stepson cut his hand. I just turned it over, because I didn't have a choice.
My BIL came and helped. The neighbor helped. A coworker of my Knight helped. So did my FIL. HE did little more than follow me around the apartment. (SHUDDER)
But it is done. Over. Now all I have to do is write checks from the account that Geri's retirement endowment comes to.
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