"You have no power over me"

Not a good night. 

Started with the gravy all over the kitchen floor, he's crippled, I'll give him that.  Binge drinking all night, did OK until about 4. 

I wake up to a terrible crash and him screaming for me.  He has gone in the computer room and pulled a heavy box over onto the floor, spilling the contents everywhere.  It had been very organized.  He is shouting some nonsense about getting into bed. 

I told him he trashed my room and told him to get out, it was not his bedroom.  Ensue hours of drunken ravings, falling out of his wheelchair, crawling around on the floor, a sanitary issue, wanting to "talk", babbling nonsense about paratransit trips and asking about the bill. 

I have some of the business money set aside for emergencies.  I AM taking $100 out of it and telling him I am FINING him for being a jerk. 

Heidi is right, I shouldn't call him names, but "asshole" is the only thing that seems to work right now.  I am so angry and sick.  He kept babbling about a trip today, I just checked.  I specifically told him I did not want a trip today, because the only time would be during the bad phase (terrible service).  Happily, no trips. 

I just turned on Skillet's "Out of Hell", loudly.  That shut him up.  I just need a break from the droning questions, demands, etc.  And it is not something like "I need a urinal" it is "Why are you mad at me?  Boy, you are really mad.  You are a lithium [psychopath, but he couldn't pronounce it]"

Remember the scene in the movie, the girl is sick of her half brother?  He is screaming and carrying on all night and she is babysitting, and she says "I wish the goblins would come and take you away"?  That is how I feel right now. 

The other important line in the movie 'You have no power over me". 

Ron is under the misapprehension I am "stuck" with him, that, like a good Catholic (which he was raised), once I am married I can never, ever, leave.  His parents stayed together for decades stuck in a miserable marriage because they believed that.  "We can't split". 

I am not stuck.  My parents split, I think those who knew them would say they didn't split soon enough.  I am so glad I don't have a child in the middle of this, I feel bad enough about the cats. 

Now Ron is babbling about "wanting to go home" sitting naked on the floor in the doorway to his bedroom. 

Someone once accused me of making all this up.  I wish I were, I really do.