Husband and I have been discussing the "problem" child off and on when we've had the actual chance to talk. We're still being uh, nice, by all appearances, but when I tell him of the conversation that took place and his demand for a lease, husband is right on the same page as I am. Now, my husband is starting to take note and commenting on Dan's obvious self-centered attitude. Husband comments, "He makes everything about "him", "I don't think he has a clue what it is it actually work for a living", among other observations.
I'm busy trying to figure out how in the hell to get this jackass out of our lives.
We're getting ready to go pick him up at 7:45, taking him along to a community breakfast, served by the local Amish community and he walks over to our home. Thankfully, the windows were shut from the night before, because we're literally talking about him, ripping to shreds all his idiosyncrasies and everything else we can find wrong about him.
I ride in the back seat of hubby's truck, we pick up one of our hired Amish dudes and proceed to the breakfast. I"m having a difficult time even looking him in the eye after last night, so I just go on about my usual business, chatting with people in the community, picking out some food and sitting down at a table with people I know. Husband and Dan end up over at the table and then Dan looks at me and says, "191!". Hmmm, okay.
"Oh, that was your blood sugar?" As I'm checking out the pancakes, syrup and a sweet roll laden with icing on his plate.
"Yes, isn't that good?"
"Sure, you betcha"
I feel a sudden need to run screaming from the room, I just cannot deal with this immature, "I need constant praise and attention" freak. I get up to go outside to smoke, he follows me- I've got one of the cameras with me, so I'm shooting some photos of buggies and other stuff I'm checking out, just to look busy, for crying out loud, and he's just following me around.
We leave and go to the Amish furniture store- we all know each other, this is the community that I have inhabited for 25 years and Dan is so out of his element and reacting so strangely (you would have just had to have been there), he's not the center of attention, but basically behaving himself.
6 of us are conversing in a group and everyone is literally ignoring him. He's wandering around the store, I'm planted in a rocker, chatting with an Amish who owns the store and I'm watching Dan, across the room, standing at a full length mirror, just gazing at himself. No one says a thing and I'm sure not bringing this to anyone's attention, I'm so freakin' embarrassed.
Then, Dan walks over to me and says, "You need to put that mirror in your other house".
"Why?"
"Well, I'll just give them some money on it and I'll buy it".
I bit my tongue. Literally BIT it. My brain is screaming:
We all end up back here at my house, the guys go out to get their work done on the farm, Dan is ON MY PHONE, again and using his laptop online. I'm starting to get dinner ready (noon meal), Dan walks in the kitchen and asks AGAIN, "What do you take for pain? My legs just hurt so bad"
I hand him the entire bottle of ibuprofen AND a new bottle of 500mg OTC tylenol. He says, "Don't you have anything stronger?"
"No, this is what I take, this is what you get"
He goes back to his laptop and makes another call and my ears are perking right up, like a dog that hears something off in the distance.
He's on the phone, calling someone and I hear, "Uh, don't forget to uh, send me the uh, uh......... books".
Dinner is served, he doesn't even give us the courtesy of coming to the table (geez, that immature pouting again?), we all eat and I announce, "I'm taking you back to the house, I've got things to do". No argument, I drop him off and as he's getting out of the car, he says, "Why don't you call some of your friends and tell them you've got a lonely guy over here?"
I'm seriously trying not to crack up at this ridiculous request. "Dan, get real, all my friends are married." And I drop him off, get back into my own humble abode and call his cousin. I fill her in with all the latest, including his demands for a lease.
The conversation went basically like this:
"I was really, really hoping that Dan would get his act together for once in his life, I'm so sorry- just get him out of there"
"Does he have a history of violence?"
"No, he's never done anything violent, he's used to this- just get him on a bus or something and get him out of there"
"I'm looking at flights, I'm not spending $500 bucks on a plane ticket, I'm in this deep enough"
"Please, don't get him a ticket back to Albuquerque, my mom just can't take anymore of his problems"
"I'll get him a bus ticket to NYC"
That evening, husband and I are not coping with what we have to do- he knows that this is not working, but the compassionate side of him is saying, "We're sending him out in the world to die", I'm to the point, "Who cares? He obviously doesn't care, why should we and he's a freakin' liability- he's going to hurt himself and then we'll end up being sued, we don't need this"
The decision is made, I won't go back over to the house to say a word, I can't stomach this situation, I just want him out of our lives, out of my world.
Husband goes over that evening to check on him, feeds the cats. Imagine that.
Next morning, I'm on the phone with Trailways, booking a one-way ticket to NYC, then I'm calling my friends to ride along with me on Monday morning to take him to the bus station 40 miles away.
Husband covers my butt for the day, telling Dan, "My wife is somewhat worn out today and just needs to rest a bit, so she won't be coming over to get you" and I'm pulling out all the stops with the phone company, canceling the phone/DSL order, emailing the contact at the Best Clinic on the Planet and explaining to them the only details they needed to know and he would not be needing a consult, was being sent back to his own gastroenterologist in NYC.
Husband has contractors coming on Monday morning, his hands full, so I spend most of the night on the phone with my friends, we plot, we scheme, we play out every conceivable scenario and do we need to arm ourselves? We're literally are projecting the worst and coming up with game plans if this or that occurs and working ourselves into neurotic freaks over what could happen if this doesn't happen without incident. I just knew that if I tried taking him alone to the bus station, that he was going to put up some kind of argument and I just wanted to get him out of here before he had a moment to think about what was going to occur early Monday morning.
His cousin and I are calling each other quite a bit and she agrees, don't take him alone to the bus station, have people with you, he won't dare start any trouble if there are others going along for the ride.
Next up (and I won't get this posted for a day, at least- I will say this, my performance was Oscar worthy.
I'm busy trying to figure out how in the hell to get this jackass out of our lives.
We're getting ready to go pick him up at 7:45, taking him along to a community breakfast, served by the local Amish community and he walks over to our home. Thankfully, the windows were shut from the night before, because we're literally talking about him, ripping to shreds all his idiosyncrasies and everything else we can find wrong about him.
I ride in the back seat of hubby's truck, we pick up one of our hired Amish dudes and proceed to the breakfast. I"m having a difficult time even looking him in the eye after last night, so I just go on about my usual business, chatting with people in the community, picking out some food and sitting down at a table with people I know. Husband and Dan end up over at the table and then Dan looks at me and says, "191!". Hmmm, okay.
"Oh, that was your blood sugar?" As I'm checking out the pancakes, syrup and a sweet roll laden with icing on his plate.
"Yes, isn't that good?"
"Sure, you betcha"
I feel a sudden need to run screaming from the room, I just cannot deal with this immature, "I need constant praise and attention" freak. I get up to go outside to smoke, he follows me- I've got one of the cameras with me, so I'm shooting some photos of buggies and other stuff I'm checking out, just to look busy, for crying out loud, and he's just following me around.
We leave and go to the Amish furniture store- we all know each other, this is the community that I have inhabited for 25 years and Dan is so out of his element and reacting so strangely (you would have just had to have been there), he's not the center of attention, but basically behaving himself.
6 of us are conversing in a group and everyone is literally ignoring him. He's wandering around the store, I'm planted in a rocker, chatting with an Amish who owns the store and I'm watching Dan, across the room, standing at a full length mirror, just gazing at himself. No one says a thing and I'm sure not bringing this to anyone's attention, I'm so freakin' embarrassed.
Then, Dan walks over to me and says, "You need to put that mirror in your other house".
"Why?"
"Well, I'll just give them some money on it and I'll buy it".
I bit my tongue. Literally BIT it. My brain is screaming:
- Free plane ticket to utopia
- Free place to live
- Free utilities
- Wants a lease
- Wants pain medications
- Wants a $400.00 mirror
We all end up back here at my house, the guys go out to get their work done on the farm, Dan is ON MY PHONE, again and using his laptop online. I'm starting to get dinner ready (noon meal), Dan walks in the kitchen and asks AGAIN, "What do you take for pain? My legs just hurt so bad"
I hand him the entire bottle of ibuprofen AND a new bottle of 500mg OTC tylenol. He says, "Don't you have anything stronger?"
"No, this is what I take, this is what you get"
He goes back to his laptop and makes another call and my ears are perking right up, like a dog that hears something off in the distance.
He's on the phone, calling someone and I hear, "Uh, don't forget to uh, send me the uh, uh......... books".
Dinner is served, he doesn't even give us the courtesy of coming to the table (geez, that immature pouting again?), we all eat and I announce, "I'm taking you back to the house, I've got things to do". No argument, I drop him off and as he's getting out of the car, he says, "Why don't you call some of your friends and tell them you've got a lonely guy over here?"
I'm seriously trying not to crack up at this ridiculous request. "Dan, get real, all my friends are married." And I drop him off, get back into my own humble abode and call his cousin. I fill her in with all the latest, including his demands for a lease.
The conversation went basically like this:
"I was really, really hoping that Dan would get his act together for once in his life, I'm so sorry- just get him out of there"
"Does he have a history of violence?"
"No, he's never done anything violent, he's used to this- just get him on a bus or something and get him out of there"
"I'm looking at flights, I'm not spending $500 bucks on a plane ticket, I'm in this deep enough"
"Please, don't get him a ticket back to Albuquerque, my mom just can't take anymore of his problems"
"I'll get him a bus ticket to NYC"
That evening, husband and I are not coping with what we have to do- he knows that this is not working, but the compassionate side of him is saying, "We're sending him out in the world to die", I'm to the point, "Who cares? He obviously doesn't care, why should we and he's a freakin' liability- he's going to hurt himself and then we'll end up being sued, we don't need this"
The decision is made, I won't go back over to the house to say a word, I can't stomach this situation, I just want him out of our lives, out of my world.
Husband goes over that evening to check on him, feeds the cats. Imagine that.
Next morning, I'm on the phone with Trailways, booking a one-way ticket to NYC, then I'm calling my friends to ride along with me on Monday morning to take him to the bus station 40 miles away.
Husband covers my butt for the day, telling Dan, "My wife is somewhat worn out today and just needs to rest a bit, so she won't be coming over to get you" and I'm pulling out all the stops with the phone company, canceling the phone/DSL order, emailing the contact at the Best Clinic on the Planet and explaining to them the only details they needed to know and he would not be needing a consult, was being sent back to his own gastroenterologist in NYC.
Husband has contractors coming on Monday morning, his hands full, so I spend most of the night on the phone with my friends, we plot, we scheme, we play out every conceivable scenario and do we need to arm ourselves? We're literally are projecting the worst and coming up with game plans if this or that occurs and working ourselves into neurotic freaks over what could happen if this doesn't happen without incident. I just knew that if I tried taking him alone to the bus station, that he was going to put up some kind of argument and I just wanted to get him out of here before he had a moment to think about what was going to occur early Monday morning.
His cousin and I are calling each other quite a bit and she agrees, don't take him alone to the bus station, have people with you, he won't dare start any trouble if there are others going along for the ride.
Next up (and I won't get this posted for a day, at least- I will say this, my performance was Oscar worthy.
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