Apparently he hasn't abandoned his fantasy of leaving Shady Pines, he was just waiting for me to leave town. We are going on vacation. We're going to visit my mom, whom I have not seen in seven years, and the three of us are driving from her place north of Phoenix to Vegas. We are going to have fun. Lots of fun. And I don't have to worry about my animals 'cause Amber stays at the house and I don't have to worry about Dad because he's got 24 hour supervision.
Note to self: Don't ever tell dad you are going on vacation. Just go. Let the staff at Shady Pines take care of him. It's what you pay them for.
After his experience with the local Realtor, he wasn't trying any in-town vendors. Found some travel agent in Burlington, Kansas (maybe she advertised in the newspaper he gets?) and bought a plane ticket to Redmond via Chicago and Portland. I feel sorry for the people he would potentially have come in contact with on this trip. He can barely walk. If he doesn't use the restroom frequently, he's incontinent. By the time the flight attendants caught on to the fact that he was having just a little too much alcohol, it would have been far too late. I shudder to think of him trying to make one plane connection, much less two. It's why I booked a non-stop when I brought him here. He is in complete denial of his capabilities.
It seems he mixed up the date he thought I was leaving and started telling everyone goodbye today. When the envelope with his plane ticket arrived at Shady Pines, the staff put 2 + 2 together and called me.
He's pissed. Said he wants to revoke the trust so I can't "keep him there anymore". Shady Pines director told him that he couldn't just say the words and make it so, he had to get an attorney. I told him that was fine, he could put his attorney up against my attorney any day, but it would have to wait until I got back from vacation. I made it clear that since I didn't want to have to worry about any stunts while I was gone, and with the staff's blessing, I was taking all his credit cards and his phones so he couldn't cause any more mischief. Told him that anything he needed to get by for the next week was right here at Shady Pines and that the staff would be happy to get him anything he needs, but gone. They would also be happy to make any calls he needed made.
This man, who beat my mother, my brother, and my self; who terrorized us for years, is the most ungrateful bastard in the world. He once told me I was an ungrateful piece of shit. Today, I know exactly what he was feeling when he said those words to me 35 years ago.
They're cute at that age, right?
Note to self: Don't ever tell dad you are going on vacation. Just go. Let the staff at Shady Pines take care of him. It's what you pay them for.
After his experience with the local Realtor, he wasn't trying any in-town vendors. Found some travel agent in Burlington, Kansas (maybe she advertised in the newspaper he gets?) and bought a plane ticket to Redmond via Chicago and Portland. I feel sorry for the people he would potentially have come in contact with on this trip. He can barely walk. If he doesn't use the restroom frequently, he's incontinent. By the time the flight attendants caught on to the fact that he was having just a little too much alcohol, it would have been far too late. I shudder to think of him trying to make one plane connection, much less two. It's why I booked a non-stop when I brought him here. He is in complete denial of his capabilities.
It seems he mixed up the date he thought I was leaving and started telling everyone goodbye today. When the envelope with his plane ticket arrived at Shady Pines, the staff put 2 + 2 together and called me.
He's pissed. Said he wants to revoke the trust so I can't "keep him there anymore". Shady Pines director told him that he couldn't just say the words and make it so, he had to get an attorney. I told him that was fine, he could put his attorney up against my attorney any day, but it would have to wait until I got back from vacation. I made it clear that since I didn't want to have to worry about any stunts while I was gone, and with the staff's blessing, I was taking all his credit cards and his phones so he couldn't cause any more mischief. Told him that anything he needed to get by for the next week was right here at Shady Pines and that the staff would be happy to get him anything he needs, but gone. They would also be happy to make any calls he needed made.
This man, who beat my mother, my brother, and my self; who terrorized us for years, is the most ungrateful bastard in the world. He once told me I was an ungrateful piece of shit. Today, I know exactly what he was feeling when he said those words to me 35 years ago.
They're cute at that age, right?
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