So, Friday morning, Michelle's cousin lets us know that he called a cab to take him to the bus that would take him down to Harrisburg. We immediately thing, "where did he get the money to do that?"

That morning, we went to check on my mom, who had an important doctor's appointment. We stopped by my aunt's house. My aunt is a recovering drug addict, who knows the signs, and through her husband, has been doing well for the past 7-10 years. She described what Michelle's cousin was doing to a tee when she described the lifestyle of someone who goes on binges and then has to sleep it off for a while. Oh, and our vacation money went missing.

We made the decision yesterday to tell Bob as soon as we saw him that he would have to find another living arrangement. We were done. We were sick of being used, sick of having to deal with a third person in the house (a kid would be different), sick of the lies, everything.

Bob calls us at 5:30 on his BRAND NEW CELL PHONE! Where the hell is he getting this money? I think I know....

He's also noticeably slurring his words on the phone. Michelle puts him on speaker, and we drop everything on him- the lack of a job, the lack of him going to AA meetings everything. He apologizes, admits to drinking last week. I said, "Bob, are you drinking now?" He says, "no, I'm just here with my friendssh." I say, "Bob, you're slurring your words." He says, "I'm not sllllurrshi-- slurring my words." I'm pissed at this point.

Michelle essentially says, "we're not helping." I say, "Bob, we can't keep this up. We're packing your stuff up and it will be at your parents' house."

We changed the locks last night. It's done. His mom is going to encourage him to go to Bethesda Mission in Harrisburg.

Whew.

Thanks, everyone.

td11 wrote:

Woody wrote:Big Pun weighed 698 pounds when he died.

He was cremated.