Dead Point

Before I even knew that a deposit of something over $500 had been made via a quarterly RRIF payment into my chequing account early this afternoon, my wife had already discovered it and withdrawn it all.

I was looking forward to that money, and now it's gone.

Including that theft, the total she owes that account since my monthly pension was deposited into it late in September is $2,650. But that is less than one month's pillaging from me.

Overall since I have begun keeping track in late June, she owes $4,870.

I am so effing sick of this. I don't drive, so she runs circles around me while I remain sentenced here at home to my house arrest. She doesn't even stay here on weekends. Usually, she leaves for work Friday morning, and does not return until ─ often enough ─ until late Tuesday evening. 

I have no control over her. I cannot even open a new bank account because I have no money with which to make an opening deposit.

I am her bloody hostage.   

When I sent her a text of outrage this afternoon, she eventually responded that she will be depositing $1,000 this evening after work. 

Normally our monthly mortgage is due by automated debit on the 22nd, but generally when that date is on a weekend, the debit delays until the first banking day thereafter. I am unsure what will happen this coming weekend, since the 22nd is a Saturday and banks due tend to be open.

Whatever the case, there is not $140 in the account, so even $1,000 will not cover the mortgage, which is over $1,850. As yet her eldest son has not made a contribution, but he sure will not be making one of nearly $700 just because his gambling-addicted mother will not quit stealing my pension money to gamble and party away.

But he will have to if she does not restore more by mortgage day.

Her text also said that she intends to go to Italy into the New Year to stay for two months with a sister who lives there, and will make some sort of restitution before she goes.

How? HOW?

I cannot keep bearing this degree of stress on and on and on. I am 73 years old, and being financially abused. The only possible way out aside from a major lottery win is to sell the house. This would erase the enormous mortgage line of credit my wife racked up ─ it might be somewhere between $250,000 to $300,000; but my young brother is half-owner of the house (the house is in my name alone for certain legal reasons), and he additionally has an original $40,000 down payment to his credit. Therefore, he would get the bulk of any sale, by my reckoning.

He had nothing to do with the mortgage line of credit ─ that was my stupidity 12 or 14 years ago. Back then, I was only beginning to become aware of just how selfish my wife was. 

But the full lesson was learned too late. 

Other topics now.

After my drunken brother was home last evening from his daily socializing, I put our Android TV Box into action and we watched an episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow. We have only progressed into season five, so this was episode seven ("Romeo v Juliet: Dawn of Justness").

Actually, my brother passed out through most of the episode, periodically gagging and choking himself conscious briefly. When I next tuned in 2014's Jack Irish: Dead Point, the movie progressed a full 15 minutes before he finally regained sufficient consciousness to decide to watch the show. If I asked him then what show had preceded the movie, he would never have been able to say.

I won't be going through this tonight, though, for I am going to attempt an early a.m. walk, rising at 2 a.m. to begin readying for it. If my self-diagnosed high ankle sprain allows, I will endeavour to walk my usual nearly six-mile route. But if I find that I am too lame with pain, then I will content myself with a mere couple or so miles.

Concerning Jack Irish: Dead Point, a very good description of it can be found at the Australian Television Information Archive. 

My brother and I finished off the night with an episode of The Man in the High Castle. In this instance, it was season two's episode nine ("Detonation"). We love this series!

The main video that we were to watch this morning was a quite recent documentary that was just over 2¼ hours in duration: The Big Reset Movie. That specific link is to its website and a most comprehensive description, but the video itself can be found in numerous places. We watched it on BitChute. Sources are listed here, provided that the link remains valid ─ just ensure that any one you choose lists its length as 2:16:44.

We also watched another BitChute video of 19 minutes (19:05) in duration: The Stanford Prison Experiment (Actual Footage). 

My brother sought some bed rest well into the noon hour, and I sought my nap late into it. He was gone for the day when I rose thereafter.

The sky has been heavily hazed and possibly even affected with some cloud cover. Even so, I did sit outside in the backyard from 2:22 - 3 p.m., and it was definitely on the cool side. I was barefooted, and had on cutoffs, and a tee-shirt underneath a sweater. 

I would have been more comfortable in my jeans than the cutoffs, so I will remember this if tomorrow's weather is similar.

I have to end my post ─ it is now already past 7 p.m., and I must still make a post in my private blog.