Although I got to bed early last evening ─ possibly a little before 9:30 p.m. ─ sleep did not come for the longest while because I was agitated over the state of my chequing account. The monthly mortgage is due to get debited from it as early as the 22nd of this month, yet the account already is $326 deficient, and there are still bills to pay before then.
Within the past week, my wife withdrew $300 from the account ─ which happens to be comprised primarily of my monthly pension income. Yet, she has a job with her own income, but rarely seems able to contribute anything of her wages.
Instead, she pillages from me.
Our sole fallback is going to be her eldest son, unless my wife can straighten up and actually help out.
So I texted her awhile before I went to bed, apprising her of the situation ─ she was still putting in her long workday at her friend's Thai restaurant.
Some time after I was in bed futilely trying to sleep, I heard a text arrive ─ it was from my wife:
In 12 days I will get another pay cheque, just let me know how much you need, this pay cheque I off another girl
I have no idea what that last part of her text is supposed to convey.
I was still awake when she eventually got home. I was also aware when my younger brother arrived home from wherever he had been drinking, and then started watching T.V.
My wife and I never did actually discuss in person this matter, so I still don't exactly know where we stand.
I think that I may have managed to lapse into a very little amount of sleep, but I came out of it late into the midnight hour. I was wearing earplugs and a blindfold, but I recognized that my wife was likely in the bathroom showering and otherwise readying for bed.
It was at least 12:40 a.m., so I decided to get up from bed and put some work into the post I am creating at one of my six hosted websites. My brother had newly retired to his bedroom for the night, for his bedroom light was yet on.
When my wife exited the bathroom and saw that I was up from bed, she only alerted me to some leftovers that were in the fridge. And I did not wish to become upset talking about financial matters with her at that hour. Besides, she does not sleep well, either ─ I didn't want to make it worse for her.
My monthly pension won't arrive until a week or more after the mortgage is due to be debited, so I can do nothing on my own. It is up to my wife and her eldest son. The younger son is set to fly away in three days for a month-long vacation in Thailand, his birth country ─ he's in no position to be offering any financial assists.
I never returned to bed until around 5:00 a.m., I suppose. It may even have been later than that.
And after some sleep, when I checked the time around 9:00 a.m., I got myself up. My brother was downstairs already watching T.V.
I remained upstairs here at my computer until the approach of 10:00 a.m., and then went downstairs to fix up my day's first hot caffeinated beverage and join my brother at the T.V. Anon, as I expected, he asked me to bring up something to watch via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
I had a movie in mind, so I located a source for it through the CyberFlix 'app' that I have downloaded into the device. The movie was 2008's Revolutionary Road.
My wife never rose until well after 10:00 a.m., but was on her drive to work around 10:35 a.m. She has an 11:00 a.m. start, for that's when the restaurant opens.
The only words she offered were a greeting to my brother and I when she came down the stairs; and then a good-bye as she left. She was clearly very tired.
My brother knows nothing of the financial travails my wife and I are in, so there are never discussions about them in his presence. It can be a major communication impediment.
The movie proved to be very interesting. I'm not a Leonardo DiCaprio fan, but he acted very well in this movie, and his character generally had my sympathies over his character's wife, as was portrayed by actress Kate Winslet.
I have been a fan of Kate's ever since I saw her in the 2006 Christmas movie The Holiday. Even so, her character in the movie was far more wrong than she was right, by my estimation. Yet, I cannot help but wonder if there would have been a happy ending if the couple and their two young kids had picked up and moved off to Paris as she so desperately wanted them all to do.
My evening is underway, so I want to get this post finished and published. It would be nice to get to bed early again, but that will depend on whether my brother gets himself home from the bar considerably ahead of 9:00 p.m. It is nothing I can ever really plan upon.
If he gets home early, then he could well be worth sitting up and watching T.V. with through the means of our Android TV Box. But if he does not arrive home until mid-evening or later, I expect that he'll be too drunk to be capable of following anything I might tune in.
And so I go to bed instead.
We'll see ─ at this moment, it is 6:43 p.m.
I think I may let my eldest stepson read the text communication that I had with his mother last evening so that he knows ahead of time just where we and the mortgage situation stands.
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