After many good days - a really bad day
He’s arguing about how he doesn’t live here. He’s went through paperwork, even took some letters out of the trash. Told me we had to get out of here, there was nothing that he could find that told him who lived here. I showed him an envelope with my name and address on it. “We’ve got to get out of here. Aren’t you taking me to Tower Hill where the McNeese girls are? I can’t stay here, I don’t have clothes here.” So I sent him to his bedroom to go through his drawers.
Mom’s told me he’s done this at her house before, he’s never done it this bad here before. I have nothing to relate it to - he was fine this morning when we went to WalMart and the post office. We had a hamburger for lunch, and it’s been downhill ever since.
I have to get some gas and a couple errands -maybe going out will bump this fixation out of his mind. Maybe a dairy queen … I know that always helps me ha ha.