Things like worrying myself sick about her being ill, on the verge of handing over a large sum of money to stop her and her children from being evicted from their flat, defending her, offering her advice when she has asked for it and just generally being a supportive person.
Tonight she threw it back in my face for the last time. She picked a fight with me about something that still eludes me several hours later and then told me that she doesn’t want a relationship with me because she wants to focus on a career in the army.
That is what she has been plucking up the courage (sic) to tell me for the past week or so. I knew there was something wrong.
I’ve since found out that the reason she is homeless is because she has become so focussed on joining the army, and making a career out of it, that she decided not to pay her rent and ignored the demand letters.
I’m not even that bothered, I’m more annoyed that she didn’t have the guts to tell me a month ago and I’m slightly embarrassed as her fucking dad had to break the news to me. Honestly, your fucking dad?!
Speaking of ‘dad’ I finally managed to sort out his insurance stuff. I thought mortgage life insurance sounded like the way to go, that way we are covered. Now I’ve got to get the place cleaned up as his social worker is coming tomorrow to look over the place and decide if he needs to be moved or not.