I am not real good at being heard in chat rooms so I thought I would post instead.

Early Thursday we had appts, our truck sounded like crap. It is a 1979 C-10 pickup. We bought wires & spark plugs thinking that was the problem. I was dropped of at work.

I had a horrible day at work , the old dry drunk I sit with thought I wanted to hear his personal business with his attorney. I was talking to his attorney about where I am from, where I grew up, he did the asking not me. So the SOB says "you need to go somewhere else". When they left. He continued his rude behavior. He came out of the toilet , his clothes wet from peeing on himself. I am suppose to change him. He was combative, he said he was fine I left him alone. A few hours later he told me to go home he did not need anyone taking care of him. I said I did not have a ride, he said go sit on the porch. I was in tears, I sat in the backroom out of his site the rest of the day. He reminded me of my father. My father did not drink or do drugs but was a jerk. I learned to walk on eggshells all my life around him. I was reading my books over and over again.  

My active A got a neighbor to come pick me up, she was so drunk plus she even had more beer for when we got home. like she needed more. grrrr 

I knew I had to find away to get to work Friday. I wanted someone to talk to but the person I live with was not here. She went to bed to pass out. I called a lady in alanon. she let me talk to her some. I did feel better. She said to read the books. I called a new to us freind in our county, she said she would get her brother to come look at the truck for us. She asked where tina was , I said she is not available. I know I should probably not have said this but........ She asked if she was drunk. I said yes & started crying again. I told her I have been going to alanon. She is also best friends with the lady who hired me. She said she could loan me her farm truck to get to and back from work on Friday.   

I just stayed out of the old mans site & still do except when he needs something. I make sure he sees a broom , laundry , hears water running. So, She picked me up Friday & I drove her back home. My boss lady said this old man has anabuse. we might be able to get it for her, if she wants it. She is more understanding of me now. 

We depend on one SS  Disablity check. It might be jeopardized if SS knows she has a drinking problem. They did cut us off for 13 months when she tried to work years ago. we had no income at all. That is why she has not looked into rehab.   

 When I got off work, the friend whose truck I borrowed came by with the boss lady, I drove to my home & she drove home. My A never came outside. she was embarrassed I guess. She kept saying everyone was saying she screwed up the truck. 

Saturday, she got outside & looked the truck over again. she did replace some spark plugs & wires on one side. She discovered the carb was about to fall off. It seems the dirt roads we live on rattled loose some parts.  2 (bolts, screws or studs, I don't know their true name) came loose on the carburator. She found one sitting on the engine & the other must have hit the fan blade it took a chunk out of it. Oh , we had a flat tire when we hit a pot hole on Wednesday.  

Well, We  looked at the other vehicles in our yard to see if we could borrow parts. Nope, I called and left a message for the friend  whose vehicle I borrowed. I had thought her brother was going to take us to the junk yard for parts. we did some other stuff around here the rest of the day. (Including helping a neighbor we did not know look for her two missing dogs for over one hour.) My A did says she did want to stop drinking. I told her what she had done or said to the person who helped me get to work. I was told she had called while drunk & she got humg up on. She had no memory. but I believe her this time that she wants to quit. Crossing fingers. 

Sunday, That friend called back. She let my A have it with both barrels. Which in turn, hit me. I was in the process of calling and trying to get a ride to the junk yard. I was offering gas money. everyone was home but no one wanted to help us. I walked outside. My A was accessing the truck. I said this is a we problem not a me problem. she went on again about how it was her fault. I went out to the unhooked up mobile home. I was in tears again. I took 2 of my little dogs & laid down for about half and hour. I thought she needs to figure out an answer herself. I was thinking how am I going to get to work on Monday. I have not hitchhiked in over 30 years but if I had to I would. I was not calling anyone else. During the entire month of May no one had better ask us for a damn thing. I was not helpng anyone. We do & have at the at the drop of a hat help others.     

I decided to go work on my garden , pull weeds, plant some plants etc. I went back towards the house. My A shows me the problem with the truck. There are two (screws) that go in from bottom to top to hold carb onto engine. One is missing & the other is not holding. We finally decided to use some electric fence wire to hold the carb on till we could get to a mechanic. I hate it. It looks like something stupid but it works. If anyone has ever been to six flags and road the put put cars. that is it. one foot on the gas & one on the brake.

I called a friend mechanic. He may come out here on  Tuesday to pick up my truck to work on it. He said to call tuesday to see if he can make it till then we get to drive the put put truck.

Oh, Today was Monday, Work went ok, I decided to stay out of his site again. He told the boss lady I needed something to do or i will just sit and read. ( major button pushing here. ) My father always said my brother & I were lazy, no good, deadbeats & would never amount to nothing. I loose it when someone says that. when they say I do not work. gee, how did I get 2 herniated disk ? sitting on my butt I guess. I am still working on that button.

What is really so funny about today.......The old man 72 asks if I still live with my parents? I said how old do you think I am? He looks at me and says 18 or 20. I said well thanks but I will be 46 on Thursday.    I would be flattered if it was someone else but not him. He touched my butt when I was doing laundry. GRRRRRR   ( more on that subject another time, elderly , respect & dignity)