Tuesday, May 3, 2011
We were almost home without incident and then Billy woke up and started blaming me and making excuses for his mistakes and thievery that very morning. Well, Eric had simply had enough and began defending me and reminding Bill that HE was the one that was in the wrong , HE was the one who waited until I finally fell asleep at 6:00am and tip-toed into MY room cleaned me out of every pain pill he could and then proceeded to go upstairs into Eric’s room which NO ONE is allowed to do and fin ally found inside Eric’s CLOSET a briefcase where we keep ALL of our of meds and he couldn’t open it short of breaking it because it was locked. He also went on a raiding party downstairs because I keep my money in my purse in my wallet which is in my backpack all kept in the closet in the middle room. The next morning I was going to buy the little thief a pack of cigarettes and opened my wallet to find it only had 4 dollars in it. Well, I ended up giving him my 4 bucks AND told him it was okay to bum the rest off of Eric.
By the time we finally got in the house, Bill and Eric were at each other’s throats. No amount of arguing, pleading, threatening, crying, laying of guilt trips would even gain ten seconds of either of their attentions. It was as if I was invisible and can’t begin to describe the frustration, anxiety and sheer anger at their refusal to acknowledge my presence. But mostly, I was just frightened; scared that Eric would really get a gun this time and someone would get hurt.
But the situation came to a head before we even stepped foot in the house. Billy said something to Eric and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Eric threw down Bill’s X-box onto the back patio and Bill flipped out. So once again, my wishes swept aside like so much dust, they physically began to fight. Bill, of course, fought dirty pulling Eric’s pants down and then jumping him and trying to choke him to death with his own necklace. I don’t know what Eric did to Billy. I got everyone calmed down enough to come inside and I hoped the state police that I called wouldn’t come after all. But if dialed 911, they are obligated to come and at least check the situation out.
(To be continued)