2021/2022

To be honest, the next two years were a blur so there won’t be much to write about.

There was nothing we could do to break up the monotony of having to stay indoors when we would normally be out and about.

No sporting events. No date nights. No large family gatherings.

There was nothing we could do that would be memorable except for maybe getting vaccinated over and over again. But if it meant that I could visit with my family and that everyone was safe, I would get vaccinated as many times as I had to.

Meetings with the lawyers and/or court dates continued to be conducted over the phone or over zoom. Which was fine – I didn’t really want to be in the same room with the whore and her whore husband anyway.

I continued to work in the basement and the Italian took the conference calls upstairs in the bedroom with the door closed so that his mother would’t interrupt.

When I went to my mother’s place with her groceries, I stayed in the hallway at first and made sure she was wearing a mask when she opened the door. I got her mail, delivered the groceries, dropped off the previous week’s laundry, picked up the current laundry, made sure she was ok, and then I left.

It wasn’t until the start of 2021 that I was able to go into my mother’s apartment – mask on of course – for super brief visits.

For thanksgiving, xmas, and birthdays, I took my mom to each of my brother’s homes for a few minutes and we all stayed outside, masked up and 6 feet apart.

It was late November 2022 when the Italian’s Mother contracted COVID. After almost 3 years of me successfully keeping it out of the house because of her pre-existing respiratory conditions, she brought it to us following a bus trip to a casino with some other seniors from the neighbourhood. We told her it wasn’t safe but she went anyway.

She didn’t tell us that she felt sick. She eventually complained about headaches and that she was tired.

By this time, the drug stores were giving out free COVID test kits and I had a stack of them so I gave her the test and that dreaded second line popped up right away.

I texted the Italian’s Sister right away and the funny thing was, she didn’t seem very concerned. Anyway, she and her husband got it too. They came over one night before the Italian’s Mother tested positive and they sat around with no masks – so yeah, the gift that kept on giving.

The Italian got it before I did and both he and his mother were staying upstairs while I remained in the basement and if either of them had to come to the basement for any reason, it was masks on for everybody and I hid in the bathroom.

My Middle Bro got it shortly after, then my mother got it shortly after that, and then my Little Bro got it. It was bad for him so once again I slipped into the ‘meals on wheels’ role for anything he needed.

We all came through it relatively unscathed and grateful that we were some of the lucky ones.

But the hardest thing about 2022 was saying goodbye to our dear Georgie.

One night I was in the basement, keeping my distance from the Italian and his mother because of the COVID when I received an urgent text from the Italian. Just one word – GEORGE!

I ran up the stairs to find the poor little guy in a seizure condition. He’d had seizure’s before and they were becoming more frequent with shorter periods in between, but they never lasted more than a few seconds. He wasn’t coming out of this one and it was too much for his little body to take.

The Italian and I drove to an emergency vet downtown and they were able to make him comfortable for a little while. It was one of the hardest decisions I had to make and it broke my heart, but I couldn’t let him continue to suffer as there was no guarantee that it would get any better for him.

Even now, more than a year later, I can’t really bring myself to think about it in any detail or for too long.

One of the better things that happened in 2022 was that we finally settled the court proceedings with the whore.

The whore initially claimed that the Italian wasn’t paying any child support…whatsoever…but we had the receipts/texts/emails/bank statements, that he did, in fact, pay whatever she asked for whenever she asked for it. All he wanted in return was a.) to know that his children were ok, and b.) copies of receipts for anything he was paying for.

The judge made it clear that the whore wasn’t going to get nearly what she set out to get in the first place and after paying her legal fees, she got nothing. In fact, she may have even had to pay out of pocket and that was worth every penny I spent on our legal fees.

I mean I agree that the Italian should have to pay for some things for his children, but not extravagant trips to Europe that have nothing to do with their education or daily living, or things that he wasn’t even notified about until well after the fact.

And certainly not bullshit items like $600 per month for groceries…for the girl child…who was living at the whore’s house while getting her education remotely

When we said that we would only agree to paying for a portion of the girl child’s grocery bill if the Italian was given copies of the grocery receipts, the whore dropped this request.

The whore’s slimy whore lawyer, then came up with, ‘hey let’s make him pay for your internet and cable bill because the ‘children’ need the internet for their education.

To which I said fuck that, and we told them that we were prepared to fight every request which would benefit any bodies in that household that were not the Italian’s ‘children’.

The judge agreed, and although he was very diplomatic about it, he made sure that the whore and her whore lawyer knew that their motives were quite clear and that he did not appreciate it.

The downside to the end of the legal battle is that the ‘children’ stopped coming to the house. Well, downside for the Italian and his Mother but not for me.

It just made it all the more clear to me that they were only coming by the house to see if they could guilt he Italian into giving their whore mother everything she was demanding. When that didn’t work, they stopped visiting.

They were, and are, nothing to me.