Well all, This is the opening of my Blog. I've been considering doing this for a long time now, but I haven't because I've just never thought about it. I'll discuss a lot of things here, but for now, let's start with what's on my mind.
I live and look after two elderly people, both of whom are masters of manipulation. One of them (the 'younger' female) is a heavyhanded bitch who will take any oppourtunity to destroy your life, if given half the chance. The older male is a whimperer, like a pathetic dog, whining at your leg at the dinner table for table scraps. I cater to the both of them out of the goodness of my heart, and the fact that I live with them and no one else in the house will do anything for them.
I live with my Fiance, her uncle and his three children. The Uncle and his three children are the biggest troublemakers in the house, as the uncle is out of the house unless he's come home to sleep. My Fiance works for a call centre and works long hours, so I don't mind it when she comes home and crashes into bed after a long day.
I look after the house and it's occupants. I have never minded doing it. Until now. Tonight, June 26th of 2007, my Fiance's grandmother (the 'younger' female bitch) has kept me awake all night because her medication has been giving her nightmares and all manner of insane dreams. She outright refuses to have her medication checked for interactions, because she trusts her doctor implicitly.
All night, I have been: Yelled at, screamed at, slapped, scratched and browbeaten, all because she's having a bad reaction to her medication. I have no problems dealing with this kind of thing, but these episodes usually only last for a hour or two and then she drops off into a deep sleep. This has been going on for the past 8 hours. I am writing this on pure anger adrenaline and a lot of sheer pissed off-ed-ness.
I have a very long fuse, and this night she's nearly burnt it all off. It's the simple fact that she won't do anything about the problem that has me the most angry. Imagine if all this could be avoided by a simple switch in medication.
I'm about ready to simply give up, to move out and let this entire family crumble into the dust it so deserves to be. But I don't. Why? Because, I love my Fiance very much and I want to be with her. And if that means allowing her family to reduce me to a gibbering wreck, then so be it. Heck, maybe I'll have a mental breakdown and kill them all. That would be a nice, neat fix to everything.
Most likely not though.
Well, since it's 6:10 in the AM, I think I'll try and sleep, it seems the grandmother has finally fallen asleep.
Good morning all.
The Twitcher.
