What Ever Happened to DoBs?

 

 

 

 

 

Caution: Long Story Ahead

 

 

DoBs is the blind man I was fixing meals, cleaning and shopping for since October.  The beginning of February my best friend Sandy's mother was very ill and Sandy decided that rather than put her in Nursing home that she would bring her to Florida to live.  Sandy had made the 1800 mile round trip the week before, prepared room for her and arranged her place to accommodate a handicapped person.  Sandy was exhausted from spending time at the hospital and the drive.  She asked me to come with to help with her Mom and the drive.

 

I shopped, prepared 10 lunches and dinners for DoBs.  Made sure he had enough wine and beer for those 10 days.  Ten days, because I knew I'd probably be tired when I returned.  DoBs has a woman who writes checks for his monthly expenses and tides.  I don't do it, I didn't want that responsiblity.  I done it for emergencies though and leave her to balance the checkbook.

 

The day before we left DoBs asked me to write a check and send it to his son in Tennessee.  So I wrote a check for $300 and put in the envelope with one of DoBs' booklets as he told me.  Took it to the RV Park office weighted the envelope, added postage and put it in the mailbox.  Friday evening  as I prepared his "TV dinners"  for the week I told DoBs the check was sent.  And reminded him that mail sent from our area usually take a week to reach it's destination.

 

 

The following Wednesday he called me while I was in Kentucky.  Sandy and I were in a 'bad reception' area in the Smoky Mts. and the call dropped.  DoBS left a message saying his son hadn't received the check yet and wanted to know if I had it with me.... or left it in my RV.... and that his son (40+ yrs old) only had 30 cents in his pocket. 

*DoBs has done the guilt trip thing before when he sent his alcoholic daughter money for her lawyer.  "But, she has$3.00 to feed her entire family with" 

 

I knew where this was going.  Since Sandy needed me to arrange the oxygen, make sure all of the meds from the pharmacy were correct, and confer with the nursing home for her mothers care.  Sandy was busy dealing with the family stuff and her mothers anxieties.

 

 

Next day we were on the road.  I did most of the diriving and I don't talk on the cell phone & drive.  I called DoBs on Saturday.  His son still hadn't received the check.  Told him again that it was sent.  Sandy thought that maybe the son was telling his father that to get another check.  Remember, this is the son that is being brought up on pedophile charges.

 

Saturday, I called DoBS and he wanted to know where I was.  WTF!!  I asked him if he had food.  Yes, he had plenty of the frozen dinners.  I ignored the question and told him I sent the check and didn't appreciate him accusing me that I didn't do it when I said I did. 

Well, where is it?  I assured him that his son would surely get it. 

 

 

The following Wednesday I went over to his place and he told me his son had received the check that day.  His son had bought a house and put a change of address into the Post Office & that is why it took an additional 4 days.  And laughed.  I was still angry and told him that I didn't like being called a liar and him insinuating I didn't send the check when I had.  He said liar...that was my ex- husband who said that.  I told him he didn't know what he was talking about and that I had never told him anything of the such. 

*Actually it is X that has a problem with "story telling.

 

DoBs told me to leave and that he had someone else to take my place.  This was fine with me.  He was terribly demanding.  I was tired of listening to his 'stuff'.....His Philippino fiance, the alcoholic daughter who almost killed her daughter in a car accident, and the pedophile son.  and he always had a pill for me to take.   It was time to hang it up.

 

The next day he called me and left a message saying that I could take a week off to "cool down" then come back.

No, that's okay...If he accuses me once, twice he'll do it again.  And he claims the last few girls stole from him and I'm not going to put myself into that position.  Besides. my stomach used to get in a knot every day when I had to go there.   And truth is I'd rather grill my dinner, have a glass of wine and watch endless sunsets.

 

 

DoBs?  He'll be fine.  He has home health nurses come twice a week for his colostomy and I'm sure they've set him up with a home health aide. 

The apology never came.  He did call and leave a message a couple of days ago, but I accidentally erased the message.  No worries if something was wrong Sandy would know.