just got injured rushing to an "emergency". a screw was loose,, and so because of frantic hollering, i ended up tripping in the hallway, and landing with my arm slamming into the door frame. The arm with the plate holding it together. Directly on the corner. No wonder I have pain in it now, and my hand feels its asleep. no modelling tonight.
My goodness, take care.
Get well soon...
Ouchy!!!
Wow, hope you recover the use of your arm soon.Jan
hey what about the idiots?
Get well soon!
Kurt Konrath
Kurt Konrath
Living with puppies sucks also, when one sneaks into your room and leaves a soft surprise on the floor near your bed! Only to be found when walking in dark as to not wake the spouse, and you make fast reaction to the feeling on bare foot and loose your balance and fall, then the Admiral wakes up and laughs at what happened.
So who was it that called you an idiot? I can see that you were a little hasty but calling you an idiot seems rather mean.
I have been mentally abused by my family since I can remember. Lots of different things to be honest. Lots of things.
Like when i was in 5th and my mother crapped on the floor and made me clean it up with a paper towel and windex.
Like when she would go through my room on a weekly basis, hell daily basis, and go through everything. You dont know how bad it is that you have to hide your money so well, that you actually FORGET were you hid it. Until 5 months pass and you FIND it again.
Perhaps stealing my money can be considered acceptable by some here. But its not. She really enjoyed letting me buy model kits from model expo advertisements, took my money and the order sheet and that was it. 2, 3 months after I would hand the money overhand asking Id ask if it came yet , shed say "must have been out of stock". Then a week or so later id be going through my closet/going through a chair cushion and find the order slip and no money.
when we moved to our present house in 1999, i was not allowed to be in my room during the day. If i even took longer then 5 minutes in the bathroom, we would "have" to go do yardwork. After dark we couldnt even use LIGHTS in the house because it "might scare the deer" during deer season. So it was tripping rhough the house with a flashlight.
They made me learn how to play the recorder. But once we moved up here, i wasnt allowed to play it. "too loud" and "it might scare the deer". SO the birthday after that order, they bought me a really nice recorder. big muther from germany. only used it twice. Once in the woods, and they yelled at me for 15 years over that.
I have limited room in my closet, so i have been living out of a laundry basket. Its depressing, and doesnt help me out at all mentally. But the sad part is, i cant use my closet for anything because its full of things i can have in the open or being used for storage of hand me down clothing from my dad. I can have something hidden in their for 10 years, and the minute i throw it out he WANTS IT BACK.
in 2023 he tried a live in care place, hated it and came back. In january of 2024 he went back, and the day before he went back he spent the whole day in his closet. It turns out he was loosening the nut on the pipe that sends hot water to the house from the hot water heater. Its in a cubby accessed from his closet. He had a towel, and two heavy duty carhartt winter coats in the door jamb to keep the water out of his closet. His closet was 10 degrees warmer then his room when i found the leak. And in that time I had used 200 gallons of propane. I had the tank filled 2 weeks before he left.
Our house was made in 1999. They used the cheapest grade of everything on it. Especially faucets. He has replace his bathroom faucet 5 times. He gets bored.. I had the bathtub faucet last 23 years before it failed. It is only meant to last 5-7 years at best per manufacturer emails to me. I was accused of actually plotting and planning and even deliberately damaging that faucet when it broke.
I have shoes i wear in the yard and a pair to work/public. I am allowed to keep them in one damn spot since 1999. and for the last 5 months his hobby is THROWING them around the house when I am sleeping. They get bounced off walls, furniture, and when they are covered in animal droppings and mud, they always go on my authorized living room chair and spot i keep my coffee cup. Ive probably spent 10 hours a month playing "wheres my shoe".
I have ankle problems that were made worse because I had to use a pair of winter boots they bought me. they have no ankle support and 3 inch thick bottoms/heels. otherwise it was a pair of cheapo chinese made felt packs that were an 1/8" of felt material and plain leather. I have bad circulation and those boots never helped with that..
He has a rule "if you find it broken you must have done it so you have to fix it". As of right now the kitchen silver ware drawer is broken.. when he went on his last "gone for good" visit to the live in place, I started cleaning the house. It was needed. i removed 15 pounds of excess weight from it. I measured it. And it was suddenly moving with 1 finger. NOt the previous 2 hands.
The day he got back, he put everything back, and actually put MORE can openners in it. So i stopped using the drawer. Shortly after he was complaining the drawer was stuck... so its "my fault" its broken. He broke the plastic hangers the sliding rails are held up with. SO to fix it, it seems i would have to remove the entire counter top, or because its an L shaped, and is wehere the long and short legs meet, the short leg on the bottom is a divider between kitching and dining, i have to figure out how to remove the cabinet panel, and the shelves, and then crawl in and try to get something installed.
Or the fact that If i buy myself new clothing, he has to go on a shopping spree with my money. I dont mean "i buy a pack of underwear, he wants his own.." I mean, i buy a package of underwear, i suddenly have to buy a new blueray player". Ive been forced to spend lots of money on complete strangers in the last few years so he can give birthday gifts and christmas gifts and random stuff through the year.
In october, november, december, I have banking proof I was spending 900$ a month on groceries for us... and in that time he gave me 50$ for groceries. Apparently he still thinks its 1950. Like eggs, if he sends me with his money shopping, eggs should not cost more then 2$ a dozen of grade A jumbo. When its MY money, and they cost 6-8$ a dozen, im not allowed to go home without 3 dozen.
Like dishes.. when he was buying the dish soap in theory, I was not allowed to use more than a single capful.. per sink load. Even when cleaning thanksgiving pots and pans... it was only supposed to take 1 capful. But when I am buying the soap he uses a shotglass to wash his hands.
Cant get him to wash pots or pans.. or to even put them in the sink. Has this hobby of using something, and then hiding it on the stove under a clean pot or pan. In a single day he can use 10 spoons and 3 plates to make a single peice of peanut butter on toast.. Some days i come home and hell be screaming because EVERY pot on and in the stove has been dirty for a week, and i never new.
I only go to work to get away from him. I have 5 spots picked out for dumpsters when he finally croaks. hes been telling me "doctor says ill be dead in a year", i should start suing doctors for lies.
He refuses to wash dishes, he has a 20 year hobby that he will use a spoon, a fork, a knife, a cup, even a bowl, and just rinse it off in the sink and stuff it in the drainboard. SO he can yell at me a day later for being "lazy" because "im not washing dishes properly".
Wow. That’s tough. I hope writing all that down helps you in some way. Good luck shipmate.
Such a hard life. God grant you the patience and grace not to pass all that negativity to those you love in your life when you raise your own family.