Update, 06/14/2026, plus a ramble or two

June 14, 2026

CW: erm ... crude ... language? also drama. Hello again everyone, I actually managed to come back two times in one week, or ... sort of. two times in the same 3 day period at the very least. Anyway, I just wanted to write a quick update to you all because I'm trying, again, with this consistency thing.

What Have I Been Doing?

A whole lot of stressful things honestly. Our landlady has decided that instead of conducting herself like a sensible adult, she'd like to push us out of the house by ... turning off the electricity on the day she told us to be out by. So we've been looking for a new place to go ... it's definitely happening now whether we want it to or not. This is the second time someone's just decided nope, we're not working with you, and chosen to sell a place we were living out from under us.

Ramblings

CW: This bit is a bit heavy, feel free to skip down to the area that says “Back to the Update” if you're not in the headspace to read about drama right now. When we moved here, my father told me that this house would be mine forever, that he'd pay off the house. Several years later, he did the same thing he's always done. He cheated on his wife, and just like every other time, the woman involved used her power with the court system to “bleed him dry” apparently. As he buys a new house for him and his number 6, and goes out to dinner every other day. Sometimes I wonder if he ever got over Stephanie. He was never big on posting on Facebook before her ... but after her he's been weirdly obsessed with it. Anyway, so he cheated on his wife. His now ex-wife, Jennifer, was left with the house. Jennifer is disabled due to something Jennifer did to herself. I'll get into that later. He cheated on her. This ... Jennifer ... decided that instead of actually working with us to help make an arrangement that would work out for both of us, it would be an absolutely grand idea to do everything from lashing out at us because she doesn't have money to pay the property tax (we paid her rent), to threatening to turn off the electricity because of some other money drama (we still. paid her!) She's also implied that I should go live with my father ... I'd rather empty a hive full of angry bees into my own stomach. Yes, living with him is that tedious, and I'll get into that later too. This is going to be a long one. I probably shouldn't be rambling about all this in public, but I need to put it somewhere ... guess I could go with my journal but I fi9nd I don't really care who knows. So to answer the question, what have I been doing? I've been dealing with a particularly rage-filled woman with nothing better to do with her life than harass a pair of disabled people because she's as dry as the Sahara, and apparently, even if she wasn't, not even her own husband would fuck her. Then again that actually tracks, give him 5 or so years and he gets bored. It's a miracle he lasted 8 years ... and he's already married to someone else again.

What Did Jennifer do to herself?

This isn't really relevant to the current goings-on, but it does show a pattern. On New Year's Eve, my father and his new wife decided it would be fun to go out. Jennifer has MS (important context for later). They both came back drunk ... back then my father was somewhat nice ... I celebrated New Year's alone but he came back 45 minutes later. That was considered good for the time. We were laughing and chatting and having fun. Jennifer decided to go downstairs (their bedroom in that house was downstairs, why would you make someone with MS walk down stairs to go to bed every night?) Naturally, drunk+MS+stairs=someone's gonna fall on their face ... and as usual the math added up. She fell down the stairs. My father, being the absolutely useless thing he is, responds by ... sobbing and running down the stairs. Don't do that! If someone is in medical crisis, sobbing while they're in that much pain is not going to help them. He's done that with me too. Eventually he carried her to bed, and I went off to the bedroom I was using while I was there. The next morning, around 5 or so, knowing she was still probably feeling it, knowing she was probably hung over to some degree, went outside, in the ice, it was around 20 or so degrees at the time, probably lower. She did this ... to smoke a cigarette. She fell down and ended up with frostbitten fingers. The doctors flat out told her they could have saved her if she came in the day it happened. But she didn't. She went to the hospital ... 2 days later. By then it was far too late. She lost most of her fingers. She became really quite bitter after that ... which ... part of me understands that. She'd just lost parts of her body. I'd probably be a bit upset myself. But ... and this may be controversial, I still feel she did it to herself. She should have been resting off a hangover, not going outside in under freezing weather to smoke cigarettes. This ... actually leads neatly into the other thing I said I'd go into earlier in the post.

Why Living with My Father would Be Tedious

I'm not very good with prioritizing, but I'm going to try to take these in somewhat of a prioritized list, from lowest priority to highest. First, by nature, I am a night owl. I stay up at odd hours, and generally my schedule doesn't mesh well with the “societally expected” schedule. When I've stayed with him in the past, he has actively become enraged because I slept during the day. Leads neatly into my next point. Though I have some exposure training with loud noises, my father likes to throw his weight ... and his fists, around with extreme, unprejudiced regularity. You don't do something he wants you to do, you're probably going to get to watch him punch something or slam something. It's his method of control. Not defending it, but stating that ... that's how it is, and nothing anyone does is going to change it. Despite the fact that he likes to throw his weight around, when I last stayed with him, I was the one accused of being a “bull in a china shop”. Why? Because I dared ... get this ... to use a microwave. Yep. He'd told me the night before, that I had food in the fridge and that he'd made me something. Nice of him. He said I could have it whenever I wanted. Me, taking that literally because of course I did, goes out quietly and makes it around 6 the next morning because I was hungry. Not 3 minutes in, he comes charging out of his bedroom to rip me like 18 new assholes because I was being like a bull in a china shop ... for the record, I had put a paper plate in the microwave, closed the door and started it warming up the food. To this day (it happened in 2018) I still do not understand how using a microwave is like a bull in a china shop. And lastly, there's the whole ... medical thing. When he's scared, or in a medical situation that's out of his depth, he usually goes between crying and being enraged at the very concept of a medical issue. One time when we'd first moved into this house, one of the roommates had an allergic reaction and had to go to the hospital. Not 3 minutes after they left, I got a raging phone call from my father about how he didn't want his house to be a “revolving door of ambulances”. Another time I had to go to the hospital, I got a screaming call literally while I was on the stretcher, paramedics loading me into the vehicle, and my father screaming his absolute head off over why I dared to go to the hospital. That one's ... the biggest one. I really don't want to go live with my dad. Oh ... and just to throw together a nice ending paragraph on this ass disaster, if I lived with him, I would never be allowed to leave, as he's not behind anything like uber. I'd never get to get food delivered, he's not behind uber and food delivery is uber to him. I'd never get to go to my doctor appointments by myself, medicaid transit, on the rare occasion they do their jobs, is still uber and ... again, he's not behind uber and things he doesn't believe in don't happen near his house. If he went to appointments with me he'd know about any medical issues they talked about with me ... because he kinda just ... intimidates his way into most appointments where I'm concerned with his face and his voice and his punching fists and his stupid mustache. I don't actually know if he has a mustache ... but he seems like a mustache guy. And really, at the base of all that, I don't want to live with him because where he lives ... if you're around him things never last more than 10 years. Either he gets bored, runs off and cheats on the person then leaves them like he did to my mother, or they tell him they “don't want older men” which I'm still about 95% convinced Stephanie broke up with him due to the kidnapping prank but ... that's another story. This is a pattern with him. He left my mother. Two years later the bank took the house we were living in and we had to move. He got to stay with his happy little family. Of course, like I said before, that didn't last long. I may tell that story some other time, but I feel I've rambled quite enough about my father and his drama for one post.

Back to the Update

AS I mentioned ... or may have mentioned ... before, I did a stream either yesterday or the day before, feel free to visit the YouTube listed in the signature to find all the things I do when I'm not typing random tangents. I'm probably going to try to do one today, but we'll see. I also did a stream ... Thursday? Either Thursday or Wednesday. I normally don't link the streams in my blog posts, but I'm trying to get better at it. Now ... if I can just remember how to do links in markdown ... Right, I've figured it out. I always forget how to do this, took a bit of google searching. Watch the Playing with Cars stream here And ... Watch the Forza and Tangents stream Here Like I said, I'll be trying for a stream sometime today, but if I don't get one out today, I'll aim for tomorrow, and one way or another I'll try and come back to you with a bit more of a positive blog post next time.

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