Been a really good few weeks with work and all. Good Trips, good passengers. Tips have been surprisingly great. The sticking point again is Tom. He is getting more depressed of whats happening. He go his HOVEROUND and his grabber, the bedroom and kitchen re-arranged so he can get that thing around the house and all. The booster seat for the toilet. I am even putting up with him smoking in the house, the hours on the computer watching porn as well as the Jerry Springer marathons on the weekdays. None of witch I can stand. That is not enough. Now he wants a new computer, the van wheelchair equiped and he looks at me like I am shitting 500 dollar bills ever time I go to the bathroom. Even if I did I am sure he would want 1000 dollar bills. My whole life is on hold for him. All the money I earn and all my free time is for him. Doctors appointments, food in the house, caring for the dogs, cleaning the house and it never stops. Carl who is care taking him while I am on the road and living with us, dreads me going on multi day trips. Tom has him up and down all night. He sleeps when I am home and when on te road I sleep. it is really bad. He called one night to TELL ME EXACTLY what as coming out of the house so HE could get around on HIS scooter for HIS needs and HIS wants. The list finished left us one chair and a bed. The chair was of course the hoverround Well that did it. I let into him and said he needed to learn to drive the damn thing. I could not live in the house with no wear to sit unless on the floor. I then reminded him that the house had others living in it, and that if he learned to drive it, I would not have to worry about replaceing things like the waste basket and and the moldings on the door that he keeps tearing off. The doors are 5 inches wider than the widest part of that chair. I think when it comes down to it it bothers me most that he never says thank you or please. he just demands like a Queen. When the Wheel chair ramp was built by Carl my father and I...nothing. All he did was bitch about how much the wood cost that could have fixed the van. Well if he cannot get out of the house the van is a mute point is it not? One day I will figure it out, one day I will be dead too
