Thursday, 3 October 2013

Dog fucker fireworks, part II

And they don't involve me, score!

Dog fucker and I are on basic terms now, as in we're not chatty, but we're not ignoring each other. This suits me, I'm good with fake harmony.

This week has been full of fireworks though, this time with the rare combo of dog fucker and little brother. Dog fucker has had a fight with basically all of us, big ones with Ryota, me and to a certain extent mother-in-law, but usually little brother stays out of it (probably because he's fighting for his life most the time, but still).

Back story, so it's been 6 months since little brother collapsed and was pretty much near death, so he went to the big hospital in Osaka for a check and assessment where the Doctor didn't mince words and pretty much told him although he was lucky to be alive, that he was pretty much fucked and due to his IQ being 59 (the norm is about 90 apparently) he was officially classed as mentally disabled. Now maybe I'm a bit too positive, but I was like "That's good news! It means you can get benefits if you can't work!" and I was serious, it would be great if he can have a normal life, but if he can't because he's genuinely disabled then at least he'll be entitled to something from the government. But he didn't see it like that and got quite depressed and... angry? with life in general. So everyone was kind of stepping on eggshells around him and being careful with what they said.

So Grandma's house is under reform, not professionally or anything, just new kitchen stuff and DIY jobs, Ryota replaced the roof vents and other little shit, then little brother and dog fucker, being the only able bodied ones who aren't working full time, were in charge of painting the kitchen. So apparently, little brother started getting things ready and was ordering dog fucker around in a very high and mighty manner (according to her but she's fucking mental, so who knows). It then escalated to him throwing a roll of masking tape at her, to her throwing a fry pan at him (crazy fucking bitch!) and him grabbing her and throwing her across the kitchen.

Fucking mental, the lot of them!

I'm inclined to not believe dog fucker, just because I don't like her, but her arm was covered in bruises which was a little worrying. She went to Ryota and asked him to talk to little brother but we think his anger at his own situation might be coming out in various ways and talking to him might not even do any good. I don't know though, I think that his IQ was the same as when before he collapsed, he's never been the sharpest tool in the shed, and I'm convinced he's no dumber than he was before! It's just there is a number put on it now! He's maybe a bit slower, as in physically, but that's about it to me...

Anyway, there is lots going on at the moment as in family fighting, but nothing really to do with me which makes for boring blog fodder. Ryota and I are... good?! No threats of divorce from me for at least the last few months and we're being very reasonable with each other, kinda freakin' me out! Work is busier than ever and I'm getting ready for my mammoth Halloween party, hopefully something blog worthy will happen soon though!

8 comments:

  1. Corinne, Don't worry about blog worthiness It is always nice to hear from you!

    ReplyDelete
  2. It's good when little brother is recognised as mentally disabled. Of course it would be better, if he could live a normal life and be healthy, but that's just not the case. It's as shit as it is, so it's good he'll at least get benefits.

    So nice to hear that you and Ryota are good! Sorry I haven't commented on the update on him when I was the one begging for it. I'm really excited for him wanting to start his own business. There are risks, but there are risks everywhere. I would worry more about the stress of a new business creating tension between you two. But as long as you're okay, all will be right. :-)

    ReplyDelete
  3. OMG! I'm so glad to know that I'm not the only one whose family is fucked up!!

    ReplyDelete
  4. crazy bastards. So did Granny end up with a nicely painted kitchen or is that something now left up to you to do in all that free time you have.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Glad little Brother gets an income.. It's there for those that can't work, so it's good to know it goes in the right direction sometimes. Poor Grandma must be wishing she'd forked out for the professionals. Or at least a referee.

    ReplyDelete
  6. "...hopefully something blog worthy will happen soon though!"

    Careful what you wish for, eh? ;)

    In the meantime, glad things are happily uneventful. Less amusing for the rest of us, but lord knows you've earned a bit of quiet boredom for the time being. You've got two sons, that'll change soon enough, I'm sure, so enjoy it while it lasts.

    ReplyDelete
  7. She threw a frying pan at him! She shouldn:t be bitching then, if she can give it, she should take it.

    ReplyDelete