This morning, Dave arrived with some friends, and began moving stuff out of the house, into his van.
Two thoughts:
- Wow.
- About four years too late.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
He's going... he's really going.
About three weeks ago, Dad finally told Dave he wanted him to move out. Dave made a comment to the effect of, "You don't appreciate the work I do around here." Dad was about to say something, then Dave said, "Fine. I'll leave." And we hadn't seen him since.
This morning, Dave arrived with some friends, and began moving stuff out of the house, into his van.
Two thoughts:
This morning, Dave arrived with some friends, and began moving stuff out of the house, into his van.
Two thoughts:
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Wow! What prompted your Dad to finally kick him out? Mom
Well, Dave finally finished the upstairs bathroom, so after that it was only a matter of time. Up until then, Dave had been getting progressively worse, between his alcoholism and depression/medication. Dad especially would get mad when Dave would leave the garage door wide open for hours at night, no one home save himself dead asleep in his room.
So he'd been a fairly obnoxious houseguest, but before the bathroom was finished, he was still of some use. Afterward, he no longer was.
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