He has been really amazing thru this. And amazed as anyone that I have survived so far!! He hates the way I live here even more than I do. He even offered me the spare room at his new place!! Again, Crazy Man. I agreed that I might go for a visit but not to stay. He is good with that. But he has been just absolutely supportive and, well, he's been Jeremy. The guy I met who existed before he was exposed to my family.
I said that "he hated the way I live here more than I do", but it's not all that terrible. I've been so acclimated to this family that I really didn't realize that my letter begging Jenise and Phillip to stay sounded more like "run like hell!" until I reread it thru Philip's, or anyone not acclimated's, eyes. Or maybe he already didn't notice either. They say they are staying but did also say that they were taking me with them if they decided to move so maybe a little bit of the weird darkness got out.
Jess does try to take care of me in an impersonal way. It might even seem sincere if I had amnesia. If I hadn't seen and heard her choose the despised Jeremy over me. (not talking about my despising!) It very much feels like she is hanging in there until I die and leave her this house. No, I already gave her the house. But, big little things. I'm burning up with fever for days, barely able to walk, and No One brings me a glass of water. Both time I was in the ER they said I was dangerously dehydrated, gave me IV fluids. Yes. I could have asked that Jess or the girls start bringing me drinks. Like I could have Asked that people help me dig my garden. Pride goeth before death!! I remember thinking of this household watching me outside digging and sawing wood and building my garden bed. I HATED thinking that I would have to Ask, even Beg, for help. Jeanette noticed and she doesn't even live here. I know she would have been here and helped me but she works, so instead I saw she was on FB trying to find someone to hire to help me. Yes. That CARING was what I need. I don't have that. So I do all of my own work, usually I really don't mind, and when I can't get up I lay in bed wasting away.
And. I. Keep. Living.
Whenever anyone questions why I don't stop smoking I almost choke, holding back crazy, hysterical, laughter. EXTEND this life by giving up one of the Few Things that give me comfort????
But, no, it's not so bad. Jeremy and I have made sure that I won't be homeless again. I'm not really at anyone's mercy. I could have Home Health Care any time. (Actually, that can end up being forced on me!! Home nurse visit is tomorrow!!) Before we were able to buy this house, I fully intended to enter a Rest Home by now and be playing bingo and shuffleboard with my dying peers. But now the family could lose the home I am trying to leave for them if I do that. And I care about that... well, maybe it's just a habit to care about that.
I have ways of understanding and even caring about the hate both Jess and Jami have for me. Years ago I googled parents of drug addicts whose addicted children hated and even blamed them for their addictions. And Holy Crap it is so common it is almost a cliche'! I know a LOT of the things both Jami and Jess say happened to them growing up NEVER happened. Jami swearing that Steve and I threw her out when she was 16, wouldn't let her return home after she was committed to Immanuel for pulling a butcher knife on Steve. We both remember clearly sitting by her bed begging her to just come home. She "remembers" a Completely Different scenario. She remembers Steve "stealing" her tax return in 2008, maybe 2009?? whichever, it Never Happened but she would swear on her life that it, and many other things, did. Steve and I tried to keep teenage Jess from Jami but that just made Jami more determined to sneak off with her whenever she could, all the while filling Jess's head with God knows what. Then Jess started her own time with addiction. She will swear that I made her lose her section 8 housing even tho I was at her house, banging on the door, calling her phone, yelling for her to please COME OUT and go to her recertification meeting. This was a meth or bath salt phase?
But what I learned online was this is Very Common. And that nothing will likely ever change any of these beliefs. They have been repeated to fellow users and to themselves until they are simply the truth to them. At one time I actually thought that the denial of accusations that involve Steve AND me would be some kind of a double verification of the truths when we both said they were wrong. No. Not at all. Trying that almost makes it worse. Then it's a conspiracy. Pointing out the insanity of the time, like Jess trying to turn me in for having an unsafe home because I had "deadly dust mites" in the corners of my home. She brought a guy, obviously very high on meth, to my house saying that he was a Health Inspector!! to look at my dust bunnies. But pointing out anything like that is just "being hateful" and means Nothing.
Jess is at least off drugs. That's wonderful! yet doesn't help either. She still holds her hated for things She Believes. For example, how we wanted rid of her so badly that we made her a ward of the state and put her in Foster Care. She has no memory of repeatedly, dangerously!, running away and saying that living Any Where except with us would be better. And, when she became the first kid in Foster Care here to run away from her foster care home and Come Home we then fought to keep her. Actually hoped that the worst was over. That is all a Completely Different story from her. So much!! So many stories!! Many very sad. How I thought she was fat so I wouldn't buy any "junk food", causing her eating disorders. I almost never bought junk food in the years on the farm and for many years after because It Is Junk Food. I didn't even know she blamed me for this one until years later when her sister told me. She was the Baby Of The Family. Plus, she was crippled when she was 4 and deaf to boot. We spoiled her as long as she let us. The girls all had chores growing up. It was, again, many years, before I knew that Jess never did hers, Jeanette did them for her. So Jess grew up not knowing how to do anything around the house. (She's been learning since she took over for Jeremy) (but almost exclusively from Google. She still seems to resent and/or reject learning from me) Her friends and their parents thought we were so terrible to her that one of their mothers actually showed up for her court hearing to become a ward of the state, condescendingly saying, "I am here to support Jessica".
Jess was a nightmare teenager. In some ways, more so than Jami. Definitely harder to understand except that we Always knew that she was Different. Couldn't speak to anyone outside of family to the point that the school kept asking if we were sure her hearing had been repaired. I believe that her drug use started as Self Medicating. It made her able to talk to people. Maybe even feel more "normal". If anyone that we took her to had ever figured out medications that helped maybe she never would have turned to drugs?? I don't know.