Mar. 23, 2005
evile wrote,
@ 2005-03-22 10:55:00
Current mood: blank
The phone calls last night from both brothers? You called it--useless
pointless drama!
Several months ago, The Pig insisted on moving them into an apartment
that didn't take pets. The problem with that is that my brother [brother A]
had a dog at the time, who was pretty much a member of the family &
her children loved, bla bla.
The dog was a pretty pitiful specimen--[brother A] adopted him when he was
living in New Mexico, living with a woman who had several dogs, and
the dog grew up roaming free over several acres with about 4 other
dogs. When [brother A] moved him to Austin, he was an only dog in a house
and a backyard. He was scared to go outside, he was scared to be on a
leash, he was pretty miserable until he moved to San Antonio and the
children became his new pack.
The Pig was making noises that sounded to me like she was going to
get the dog put down, and then of course that could be a nice big
guilt-chip to play against [brother A] anytime things got bad. You know she
would have found some way to twist it around and make it [brother A]'s fault.
So in desperation & perhaps an attempt at making common cause with my
brother sineater and his wife, I asked for their help to find the dog a
home. Turns out that they have a neighbor with 4 or 5 dogs, and
acreage, so we talked among ourselves, and worked out a plan with
[brother A], he would bring the dog to my aunt & uncle's in Austin, and then
sineater would stop by and pick up the dog and take him to Rockdale and
the cool neighbors.
sineater and his wife [told me that they] told my brother [brother A] that this
was a permanent situation, that the neighbors were adopting the dog,
and [brother A] agreed, apparently feeling at that time that a live dog you
can visit is better than nothing.
I made contact with the neighbor lady, promising to pitch in for vet
expenses. She took him in for a checkup later that week, got him
caught up on shots, and turns out the dog was riddled with heartworms.
I sent off a money order, the dog was treated, and a couple days
later he disappeared. Heartworm medicine is poison, and the dead
worms can clog the veins and arteries and kill an animal...I fear the
worst, but I don't really know.
A couple months after that, [brother A] started calling sineater and talking
like he wanted the dog back. sineater didn't know what to say, so didn't
say anything.
Apparently, it was decided by my mom and stepdad that it would be
better to tell [brother A] that the dog was dead, rather than disappeared.
And apparently sineater told [brother A] last night that very thing. So that
went over badly and now sineater and [brother A] are both calling me.
I have no doubt that it will all become my fault, and the dogs
disappearance/death will be on my hands. I find it rather hard to
care, honestly. And I'm not calling either of them back. I get to be
the big bag of shit no matter what I do, so may as well make the
least amount of effort.
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nikiyoy
2005-03-22 19:09 (link) Select
*hugs* ....It's sad that they need to find things to have drama
about.. it seems like they are scraping the barrel here.
bramblekite
2005-03-22 20:50 (link) Select
Good timing on all of that--my aunt & her friend are going to San
Antonio for the day today, were going to drop by the apartment
(management of which STILL doesn't allow pets, BTW, so why the HELL
is this coming up now??) to drop off easter baskets for the children
and run...now that will turn into a "how could you do that to my dog,
how could you let THEM do that to my dog? wah wah!" session if my
Aunt isn't careful. (she got a psych degree, she can take care of
herself. I'm not too worried)
And of course my stepdad is in Houston Monday-Wednesday trying like
hell to get his mother's legal affairs and bills and whatnot in order
so he isn't going to want to hear all of this hysterical phone
calling from his sons over the damn dog.
And of course either/both brother may know that Mom and stepdad are
planning a nice stress-free couple of days at my house, so let's go
ahead and ruin THAT too while we're at it...
AND ITS ALL evilE'S FAULT!!!!!
Fuck. Me. Runnin.
onyxlynxx
2005-03-22 20:51 (link) Select
*hugs* No good deed seems to go unpunished with this group.
yup
bramblekite
2005-03-22 20:58 (link) Select
Sometimes the only sane response is withdrawal.
I am cleaning house & enjoying the sun and breezes; this too shall
pass.
kulilinei
2005-03-22 21:09 (link) Select
Sounds like a script from the Fox TV series "Arrested Development"...
***hugs***
ya know
bramblekite
2005-03-22 22:41 (link) Select
I wondered why I disliked that show so much...
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evile (bramblekite) wrote,
@ 2005-03-22 21:30:00
Current mood: crappy
It is as I assumed it would be: a Situation created in which my
brother [brother A] feels betrayed by his birth family and cuts them out of
his life. It didn't have to be the dog, it would have been something
else if that hadn't been so convenient.
I got a call from [brother A] on my home answering machine about 6pm
(luckily we were not home--on our way to dinner with Peglegasus at the time)
and the gist of it is "You've been making assumptions and talking
behind my back, I don't want you or anyone else in my family involved
with me anymore. Don't call me. I am not speaking to you anymore"
(more swear words than that, but there ya go.)
Interestingly, "Skye" called both my cell (with her cell--that's
NEVER happened before) and also left a message on the home phone
sometime after [brother A]'s call and before I got home this evening 9-
ish. "just wanting to check in"...this woman NEVER EVER calls me.
EVer. She has sineater call me to ask me stuff for her; I think this is
the second time in the entire time she's been with sineater that she has
actually picked up a phone and called me with her own hands.
I suspect that whatever conversation [brother A] and sineater had last night
(and maybe another one today?), I got painted in a very unsavory
light, indeed, thanks to the helpful background noise of Symmastia
NightmareScreecher.
So that puts me down one brother, and if I don't jump through the
next hoop very carefully, I suppose I'll be on the outs with both of
them.
Then again, inaction seems to be gaining me as much or more than
actually doing anything or calling anyone, so really, why should I
actually WORK at being the bad guy in all of this ridiculous garbage?
I called my Aunt this evening, and she said that [brother A] called her
earlier and started yelling and swearing at her (while holding
rubber_pig's newborn) and since she didn't want to hear it, and didn't
think it was good for the baby to hear all of that, she hung up.
Apparently, my mom & stepdad were going from his mom's house in
Houston to San Antonio so my stepdad could see the baby on Thursday,
and then to Austin to stay with me Thursday evening, Friday, and then
leave Saturday morning. Now, thanks to me, the dog-killer, Stepdad is
no longer welcome in their home and can't see the baby.
I love how this is all my fault. They were going to take the goddamn
dog to the fucking pound, and I at least saw to it that the dog's
last days were in an environment where he was comfortable, happy,
running with a pack, well-cared-for by people, etc.
*sigh*
In the good news, I am almost done cleaning house. The master bath
needs some work, the kitchen still needs mopped & swept (that's for
tomorrow evening), and hopefully Sweetie will at least get his stuff
that is on the dining table put away so Mom & stepdad will have a
place to sit and have coffee, or whatever, while they're here.