Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.
Me and Mike, getting ready to do some kayaking at Waitangi Estuary & Waterfall Kayaking Bay of Islands New Zealand October 2019
Mike got up at 8:30, he was in his robe, and walking very slow – he sat on the sofa and dozed off for about 45 minutes. When he woke up I asked him why was he up – he thought he had physical therapy today. Then he went upstairs, I followed after 15 minutes and he was asleep on the bed. I woke him and asked what was going on; he said he needed clean clothes (I’d taken a basket to his room 2 days ago, and when I saw them last night they were strewn all over the floor)
He said he was extremely tired, so I convinced him to go back to bed. Fast forward to 1:30 pm. Mike was up, again in his robe, again looking for clean clothes, even though I had taken a pair of pants to his room, they weren’t what he wanted. He finally got dressed about 3.
Mike then wanted to go to the craft store to get some silver paint, and then we came back to the house. He started getting upset about Robert – we had talked about this several times over the last few weeks, and I told him Robert was fine and going to stay where he was. Today Mike got angry with me, because I gave Robert permission to put a small fence barrier between him and the next door neighbor (nosy woman) Mike basically told Robert I was stupid, I didn’t know what was going on and I needed to check with him before I agreed to anything! BS!
Mike storms into the house and starts yelling at me, and telling me he’s tired of not having any control at all and he want’s me to give him $1,000.00 a month and he’ll just take care of himself. We argued about the space in the shop – I was supposed to have a 40x 12 foot area for me – and it’s full of Mike’s stuff and there is no place for anything of mine and he’s po’d because Robert has a few things inside one corner of the shop, and Robert has a small trailer on the outside of the shop (Mike can be a selfish, mean S.O.B. ) I told Mike, “Fine, let me get your meds for you – you can have control of them again and you figure out how to get yourself where ever you want to go, I won’t take you anymore. ” He yelled at me and told me, “It figures. You don’t know what you’re talking about!” (I have no idea what he meant)
I hate the turmoil, I hate the yelling, I hate the accusations that I am being selfish and not caring about him. Except for a total of 7 hours a week I am with Mike. I handle his meds, doling them out, making sure prescriptions are filled, making his doctor appointments, and getting him there. I fix his meals, do his laundry, run errands, do all the shopping, the finances, the paperwork, etc, etc, etc. all the while – he sleeps, watches tv, or screams at me about him not having any control. I have a migraine starting.