I will need to sue to deprive her of parental rights.
My sister is useless, but my brother is amazing.
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Originally Posted by freebeard
When our marriage failed, she wasn't interested in no-fault, so I had to do it myself. The judge awarded custody and alimony to me. At first we traded receipts for alimony vs her interest in the house. But I came into some money and bought out her interest.
She never paid in a dime for about ten years. I got poor and asked her to make a payment. Instead she gave money to a lawyer and sued for custody. When he was 17 years old.
That's when I moved to Tualatin/Beaverton and started making decent money.
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I am sorry about that.
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Originally Posted by JSH
A deadbolt is cheaper and keeps people out when you are away as well. Get on that requires a key on both sides and never give your mom or brother a key
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I have double doors and the bolt that is supposed to secure the door on the right broke. Apparently, it was slightly up when my brother tried to push it closed and the door broke. I wonder if a previous tenant broke it and poorly glued it back together, but the slide bolt doesn't fit at all.
I need to remove a little bit of particle board before gluing it back together and clamping it while it dries.
I don't have any confidence that will hold
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Originally Posted by JSH
A. Buy a better door
B. Drill your current door and fill the hollow space inside with spray foam.
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Since there is a cardboard honeycomb, you would need to drill a grid every foot or so and spray, but then how would you know if it is full?
I once saw a picture of someone who tried this, sprayed too much, and the door split!
Of course, I cannot find a picture of it.
I don't know what good spray foam does besides sealing and if your door doesn't have any holes, it wouldn't seal anything.
If it does something, surely there would be voids, which would reduce the effectiveness.
It doesn't matter, I don't recall ever convincing Mom to do the rational and logical thing. Instead, irrational women have repeatedly convinced her not to do the rational and logical thing.
A moderator of one of the Facebook speech groups insists that he has never met an SLPA who made less than $50,000.
Does he not count every SLPA who complains we cannot support ourselves, because we are legion!
I found a charter school offering $54,000, but I have applied to many schools in the area, and only found a full-time job when I moved to the middle of nowhere.
It turned out that I was the only applicant--and they never replaced me.
I would have earned $39,000 if my supervisor did her job, but apparently work was against her religion.
The best part of all of this is when Mom dropped this bomb on me.
I had just passed all of my classes, did my clinicals, saw all 3 clients, and taken my brother to get his pizza. I was trying to quickly eat dinner before finishing my research project which was due that night and she told me that which she couldn't possibly have believed that I would ever want to hear or ever allow if there was anything that I could do about it.
I have been interrupting my studies to run my brother's bath at 8 (or 9) because Mom won't do it until 10-11, he doesn't get to bed until 1-2, and then she doesn't go to sleep until 3-4.
Sometimes he gets to bed before midnight now.
I called my fiancée on my iPad and asked her to tell Mom that she had a groupon for a facial or something while I ran his bath.
When I handed Mom my iPad, she smiled to see my fiancée, and my brother leaned over to see the screen and smiled to see my fiancée, who told him hi and waved.
She invited Mom to go wedding dress shopping, which was a huge deal for Mom because she used to work in the bridal department and always dreamed of taking her girls bridal shopping, but they didn't invite her.
Did she decide to stay and live with the wonderful woman who invited her wedding dress shopping?
No, nothing matters, she is moving with the horrible woman who did not take her wedding dress shopping, who has hard flooring throughout the house, stairs, and three large dogs which regularly bump into you.
The horrible woman who decides what Mom can eat and when and has zero tolerance for all of the games that Mom always tries to play on me.