quiet desperation...

oh what a fart!..as a friend used to say, she may still say it, i dunno....anyways.....

i have been single almost 5 months....she broke up with me this time.....in the parking lot of the bowling alley of which we are still team members in a league that ends sometime in october....we decided to stay in the league together..and it has not been that bad....some weeks are better than others...it goes from coolly racking up pins and acting as though it doesn't tear me up inside to drinking too much, shitting my pants and weeping in front of her...so the gamut has been run....

my aunt pat died several weeks ago. we had a celebration of life thing last weekend and it was nice..though her semi-adopted "son" did not make the drive from arizona at the last minute.....giviing some reason about parole and thisthus........my thoughts...if you wanted to make it you would have...i think his reason was an excuse..made up....and now..after the celebration...a sister of his, who we found out later was not on good terms with him at all, took some of the ashes to arizona to give to him to scatter at the grand canyon.......when she got back to arizona she did not call him immediately...and he learned of her having the ashes and flipped out (he has clinical anger issues) and said he was going to go down to her place with his gun and set the place on fire. he seems to threaten quite a bit...but never does anything but flap his gums...he is skinny and he is a stoner......so yeah..there is that...

he is also being very cautious and suspicious and paranoid about the life insurance policies my aunt had...i believe one was in his name and one was in her daughter michelle's daughter brittany's name and then there are a few social security checks and other $ coming in from this and he is calling michelle and telling her he thinks she is trying to screw him out of his money.....

family history break: my aunt is pat, her daughter is brittany. i have a cousin named pattie who since she was youngish has had many kids.....none of which she raised much herself..they were all farmed out to other friends and family members....now little jim...i forget how old he was...he was given over to aunt pat to raise and she did....but there was no sort of adoption..only a paper little jim found with a notary stamp saying pattie is giving the rights for medical attention to him over to pat....and i think little jimmy clings to this as a sort of adoption paper...

aunt pat was the sort to let any strays and waifs into her heart and home, sometimes to the detriment of her own life.....she was grandmother to all.....and she seemed to get shit on often because of this...she had some of the hardest and most depressing years of her life the last decade, cancer, loss of limb, sitting around on vicodin and lots of beer then eventually another limb lost and cirrhosis then come then death......the good parts of these times was when she got to see her granddaughter odessa...little jim's daughter..in arizona.....she would go there often for months at a time and then back here with odessa for a month or so..then back........she never seemed to take care of herself..no therapy...always used pain as a reason/excuse.....seemed the epitome of quiet desperation. and i could be wrong. i miss her.