Taking a Break

I am attempting to take a break from the crazy.  I am headed out shortly to meet up with Anna and the kids in Greenville and travel to Eastern NC to spend the weekend with the Adams clan celebrating the future arrival of Haley's baby.  It will be good to be with this branch of my choosen "extended family."  It will also be good to take a break from the drama living out on my front porch.

Over the weekend Peter's psychosis became more evident.  I can tell in the exaggerated laugh, the conversations he is having with no one present, his irritation with me, and the staring into the storm window (it functions as a mirror.) My porch looks like a hurricane hit it by the disarray and trash. I called the police for a wellness check Tuesday morning.  They asked Peter if they could help him in anyway.  The only thing he could come up with was "to find my mom a boyfriend." Needless to say their visit with Peter was brief and unproductive. In their converstion with me, I became frustrated over the lack of their ability to do anything to help him if he didn't want it - even though he needs it.  I also learned that he has been on my porch long enough that he can claim residency.  To have him removed I have to go to the courthouse and file for an eviction.  They couldn't ask him to leave if I wanted them to.  Thursday the Police made another visit while I was at work because a passerby called it in.  Evidentally he was talking loudly and laughing at the storm door. The officer was someone who knew us back when I worked at the Gym so he made the efforts to find me and make sure I was okay.  But once again their was nothing they could do.  

I will leave water and a few snacks but without hot meals I anticipate Peter will go looking for something somewhere.  I have asked mom not to go get him or go to the house.  I don't believe he would intinionally hurt her but he's not in a good head space. Again I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up in the hospital by weekends end.  If not it looks like I will need to head to the courthouse on Monday to start the eviction process.  I think it's time.  

My friend says this is the stuff TV movies are made of. . . . right before the bad stuff happens.  We pray not.  We pray that God will be glorified as he works his good purposes through this sticky mess.