The Sins of the Fathers

Since my mother died on December 26th of last year, things have been going to shit at the speed of light. It was bad enough having to watch someone very close suffer like that, for all the ineptitudes of the medical system when it comes to dealing with terminal cancer. I barely get the urn into the ground and there comes an eviction notice from our landlord via some mickey mouse court making all kinds of threats and accusations. Needless to say, I had to resort to my legal insurance as my brother couldn't get it together with his legal aid applications (still hasn't) when actually hoping some desperado on Facebook might offer him planefare to the promised land; and believe me this hasn't been the first time. Like his father, this man has a proverbial track record for avoiding any personal responsibility to the point of break, preferably running off to some foreign country before shit happens. How convenient his secret plans of dumping his wife on me in some ridiculously priced appartment like the state is going to pay for it. Say nothing of violating the terms and conditions of his insolvency by not only wanting to abandon his wife, but leaving Europe for a remote country in far worse financial dire straights than this one. In his own twisted mind, it's his revenge for me for not giving 200 percent for all his false promises, even though it nearly landed me in the morgue last June...and all the while I was in rehab, he plundered my mother's account until there was scarcely enough left to cover her medical bills- say nothing of the total 1000 euros overhead I had to pay in electrical bills and I don't even have hot water upstairs. In the meantime he's running up a fantastic phone bill with those seductive calls to New Zealand from my bathroom in the dead of night. Sneaking into my bedroom to surreptitiously use my skype has been taking its toll on my sleep yet he complains when I walk into his place to discuss unresolved issues that will never supercede the importance of his chatting up prospective galley slaves on facebook. Nonetheless, I can't imagine anyone buying into all those sugar coated lies, unless they're just as deluded as he is, or even worse a come-on for secret interests of their own. As for me, I'm out of here the minute I find a new place, come what will.