When we were back in Albuquerque we were good…..we had the occasional spat but nothing major. Once we hit Phoenix it’s like someone flipped a switch. He’s drinking worse than a fish, he’s mean and combative, inattentive and could care less about me or about us unless I threaten to pack up and leave. At that point he gets even angrier and accuses me of trying to run away from home and not caring about our relationship. He claims the reason my mother won’t have anything to do with me is because I ran away. That couldn’t be further from the truth. She disowned me when I was diagnosed bipolar and at the same time she married my step father who (I believe) made her chose between me and him…..and he wanted a new car, a Cadillac. She chose him and they both got new high end cars and I was left high and dry on the streets. I couldn’t afford a motel or an apartment and she told me I deserved to live on the streets.
I’m on disability and get more than most. I don’t see how they’re getting along at all. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. I can’t afford to live alone here and need someone to help with rent and the groceries.