Thursday, December 22, 2011

Being a private investigator, I spend a fair amount of time in court. I'm sitting outside the court a few months ago when the prosecuting attorney approached me. He bent down and quietly said in my ear, "I'm so sorry to hear about Alan."

I looked up at him. "What about Alan?, I asked. He said he had been told that Alan had early onset alzheimer's. "That's is bull," I told him.

Alan was still living in my house. We lived on different ends of the house, passing each other occasionally in the kitchen or him coming into my end to watch television since he didn't have cable.  At that time I began to watch.....

How had I missed it! He was getting crazy as a bedbug. Oh yeah. That's how it got by me. His thinking had always been that way. He'd always lost things and forgotten things. Sometimes I had called him the absentminded professor.

He had never been responsible where money was concerned but in the last year it had become much worse with me having to clean up his financial messes, just like his mama had always done. He was working two jobs and all of a sudden lost one of them. Then 2 months later lost the other one. Now THAT was different! He had always been a really hard worker, being hyperactive he could work hours that would kill the rest of us.

At that point, he was at the house ALL of the time where I could watch. He was rummaging through MY things. It was easy to spot because every drawer was left standing wide open. If I asked him about anything, his response was always the same. "I don't remember." He didn't know why he'd gotten fired.

By this time I was becoming frustrated, angry and sure he was lying when he denied doing any of the stuff he had done. I had enough and filed for divorce. That was not the end. It was only the beginning of me becoming a crazy caretaker.

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