1 John 3:18 My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth
It’s been a really long day. I was up at 7 am and here it is, almost 11:30 pm. Mike decided today he was going to try to get the safe opened – I’ve changed the combination, and it’s empty, but he doesn’t know either of those facts. Now he’s threatening to get a large circular saw to cut the thing opened! He’s totally fixated on this and no matter how much I try to distract him, he keeps coming back to it! I won’t allow him to cut it opened, or to have someone else do it, but he’s really pushing me. I think a weekend of sleeping would help! (Preferably I would get to be the one asleep 😁) But we know that’s not going to be happening anytime soon.
There is, now, an alarm on Mike’s bedroom door. It rings my phone when he opens the door, so I can get up and check on him and make sure he doesn’t wander outside.
I also have his wrist measurement, and now I can order a medic alert bracelet for him. This will be especially handy if he does manage to wander off.
I am hoping the attorney for him will not contact us until Mike sees Dr. Britt on the 11th. The doctor is supposed to tell him it’s time for a conservatorship 😬 I am concerned if I tell him it will go over like a lead balloon! He may rely on me for all things, but I am not someone he listens to for important things. He never has. No matter what our together discussions, and agreements, over the years – no matter what our together decisions have been, he’s always thrown them out the window and done his own thing with no regard for me. I have been let down in this manner time and again, so at this point, whatever I believe is best for him he will reject out of hand. I am not an authority figure, in his opinion.
Right now, he’s slowly allowing me to set some parameters for his protection, but for the most part, each step is a battle. I guess when you have never valued someone’s opinion you never take them seriously when it’s important.
I’m not having a pity party here, I’m stating the way it’s been from the beginning of our lives together. In a few months we’ll reach 52 years together, and I’m here for the long haul. Reality stinks, sometimes, and I get frustrated with the constant battles. However, I will never abandon Mike; I will always do my best to care for him.
Tonight, he decided to stay up until 11 pm! I asked, begged, and explained that he needed to go to bed. He flat out refused! I dont get to go to sleep, or shower, etc while he’s up. So I wait; and now, at almost 11:45, I am finally able to shut down for the night. And I know that at 7 am I will be wide awake and ready for when he decides to get up, and begin his day.