Turns out my family went to pick up some new york style pizza and laughed about the fact that I always wake up when I'm alone and then I get upset. I didn't find that amusing. For people that claim to have my best interests at heart, they sure do like pissing me off. I think the cockatoo is going to escape today, it's just been too long. The afrikan greys are taunting him too, that NEVER helps. The wife came home early on Wednesday, called in on Thursday and tried to get out of going to work today. Ugh. She hasn't even been working for two full months yet. Before that she had almost three years off. I know part of that was because I became disabled and needed someone here all of the time. I think she's happy to not work. And I've died inside because I can't work. I'm not sure how we can be so different on that one subject, but she is very particular about a job, and if just one thing goes wrong, she's outtie. She needs to stay innie for now, seriously, or we could be homeless. I also told her it makes no sense for me to be the responsible one since I'm the one seeing two therapists and disabled.
I'm very interested in all this bullshit I read about poor people who scam welfare. How do they do it? The government has taken everything away from me by forcing me to exist without any sort of disability for over six months before approving my disability. They even had the gall to suggest I cash in my life insurance. I won't, so I get no food stamps. My life insurance is called an asset. I don't know why I would anyways, consider this, my youngest brother in law has brain cancer, had a few back and leg and foot surgeries, and he's not terribly bright, I think he graduated because he honestly tried, he's just never been bright. Anyways, he gets .... hold on to your seat... he gets less than a thousand a month for disability ssi, AND sixteen dollars in food stamps, or SNAP. SIXTEEN DOLLARS.
He hits food pantries and free dinners where he can. He lives in a seriously shitty place, a hole in the wall where the doors don't even lock right. He has a tiny television that doesn't work very well and gets two channels, no cable. He has a radio, a window, and some videos I loaned him. He tells me without a porch there, he sits at his table at the window and just watches the world go by, and sometimes he goes to the library to borrow movies or books.
It made me cry. He was such a cute little kid. When I was sixteen he was half my age, but he beat me at Yahtzee every night. When I worked I was too busy to keep tabs on him. He also didn't want me to know. Now that I can't do much to help him, I feel like crap. It also reminds me that I have NO REASON to complain, because he sure doesn't, and he has many reasons to complain. That is so depressing to know that. I think I'm going back to bed.