Viewing my life now is like a nitemare-

This last week has been hell. Trying to take care of Dad next door, get up to the hospital, where Mom is MAD about everything...

H came home on Wednesday instead of Thursday nite because of work slow down. He was here Wed, Thur. Frid, Sat., Sun, Monday.

What did he do? Well, Thursday he fixed SD17's car. Friday, he played cards. Saturday he played cards. Sunday he went & got his mom. Monday, he watched TV.

that's it. That's all he did (except grill steaks - had his kids over-and grilled chicken).

Friday evening his kids, SD17 w/boyfriend in tow, come running in the front door. I'm studying. I had fixed Dad's lunch, went to the hospital to check on Mom, doctoring my Pink Eye, and working on class. So I was busy studing-when the front door bursts open and SD17 SCREAMS-GET OUTTA MY WAY DOGS!. No knocking at the door, no hello. So I asked what's the rush. SD17 SCREAMS-I'VE GOT TO BEAT SD14 TO THE BATHROOM.

So I go in the office, close the door, and ignore them all. Then SD17 starts SCREAMING-IM HUNGRY! IM HUNGRY! And then she spies the jello cups H bought and left on the table (he, of course, is off gambling, tho HE invited the stepbrats here for supper). WHAT ARE THESE DOING ON THE TABLE? DO YOU WANT THEM TO SPOIL!!! (directed at me, of course, as H is still off gambling). I ignore her. Continue studying.

H comes home (after I call him and demand that since he invited his darlings here, he needs to be here also).

For the rest of the evening, I ignore H and his darlings and study.

The rest of the weekend was-me doing housework-here and and Mom and Dads. H either playing cards or taking his mom out to eat.

So today we go pickup the taxes. We WOULD be getting $3,900 back EXCEPT H owes back taxes, so that will be taken to pay part of those (from previous years, and there are still questions about years where he just never got around to filing at all).

Upsetting? yes. Especially since the house he has still has back taxes owed of $5,000.00 and he still hasn't taken care of that. It goes for auction next month.

Then H calls me, on his way back to work, and informs me he's being laid off. And he sounds quite pleased about it. I know he has visions of gambling his days away.

All of this, the $1600 he blew on the old bronco last month and the tool box, the tools, and his pickup is in the shop and has $1,000.00 repair bill due on it.

Remember the yelling and screaming he did over the cost of motel rooms for me to stay in Denver for Mom's surgery? My parents told me not to pay our utilities this month (utilities are in Mom and Dads names as this is their house).

I am not going to be able to go to school. That much is clear. I am apply now for jobs in the surrounding area.

And as soon as I land one, this leech is out of here. I am sick of his financial garbage, sick of his attitude towards me and my parents (we're good enough to furnish him a home, but not good enough for him to do anything in return), sick of his rotten witch of a daughter.

And to top it off, my nephew has been diagnoised with testicular cancer. He is scheduled for major surgery on the 26th.

Where does it go from here?