An Ailing Wife

There was never to be an outing for me yesterday evening. My wife had the day off work; and following my blog post where I implied that she was finally up from her latter afternoon nap, she returned to bed.

I dared go nowhere. If she was to venture away to party during my absence, then the odds were great that she would plunder nearly $175 I had transferred into our joint account to cover a $108 life insurance debit that generally occurs on the 3rd of each month.

I never dare leave as much as $100 in the account or she will take it.

So I needed to remain home to ensure that she understood why the money was there.

But I was never to communicate with her ─ she remained entombed within her bedroom, apart from possible bathroom breaks that I never noticed.

Once my younger brother finally returned home from his daily social drinking, I of course had possession of the T.V. and had our Android TV Box set to go.

We were to watch a number of shows, although he spent most of the first one passed out. It was Bergerac ─ season or series one's episode four ("Campaign for Silence").

I felt obliged to locate the episode myself because of faulty streaming apps ─ my source was this OK.ru link.

I have only now learned that the crusty alcoholic ex-major in this episode was played by the same actor (Ian Hendry) who was the handsome young physician who was a sometimes partner of John Steed of The Avengers during its first season in 1961.

How can such a handsome young man surrender his youth and vitality and a mere 20 years later become this pathetically elderly man? I gather that he died less than two years later at the age of 53. He looked like he was in his 70s in Bergerac (I am 75).

Anyway, next we watched The Morning Show ─ the finale episode 10 ("The Overview Effect") of season three. It's a good series, for sure; but even my brother recognizes the ludicrous hyperbole as if there truly was an actual COVID-19 pandemic, and that the January 6 United States Capitol attack was real and that everyone needs to regard it as an unimaginably unforgiveable act of treason.

What rot! It's disgusting.

After that it was Bodyguard ─ "Episode 2" of its only season or series. As I was finally suspecting, although sooner than it did happen, the lead male character surrendered to the allure of the decade-older politician he was bodyguarding ─ as played by actress Keeley Hawes. I've liked the actress since my brother and I watched the series The Durrells. However, it would have been nice if there was something physically provocative about her that was displayed to confirm her allure for a younger man. Even in The Durrells she was always demurely presented.

I next tuned in Chicago fire ─ episode seven ("Angry Is Easier") of season 11.

After four regular series, my brother requested "something short", so I tuned in the American sitcom Kath & Kim ─ it was episode three ("Old") of its only season. I keep getting blown away how bloody hot actress Selma Blair was despite an apparent 'pot belly'!

My brother sensibly went to his bedroom after the episode. I believe that I held myself to four cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), and managed to be to bed no later than 3 a.m.

Apart from a bathroom break overnight, my morning was to begin just ahead of 8:30 a.m.

My wife had spent the entire evening shut up in her bedroom ─ still trying to catch up on sleep, but a dangerous proposition, for how could she possible sleep overnight after being in bed since essentially 3 p.m.?

Well, whenever it was that I resorted to the bathroom, it was apparent that she was up. All I could do was wish her well in my heart, for no one could sleep after all of the time she had been hibernating.

She parties far too much.

My younger brother was already watching T.V. when I rose this morning. And when I joined him a little while past 9 a.m., we were to only watch one show via our Android TV Box.

At nearly two hours (1:56:37), the documentary had been published December 30 to BitChute's knowingthetruth channel: Vaxxed 3 - Authorized To Kill - Childrens Health Defense.

Source: https://www.CHD.tv.

It was exceptional. I would have posted it to Facebook, but Facebook seems to censor BitChute and Rumble videos.

Even though it was but 11 a.m. when it was done, my brother sought bed rest. His girlfriend Bev wanted him to come and take her on shopping errands, whereas his own plans had been to just bus away to a weekly Friday visit with one of his drinking buddies at a pub for pool games.

My wife had not yet risen, and I did not know her work obligations.

I had a meal and then a nap, and later rose after maybe an hour and 20 minutes to find that she was still shut up in her bedroom.

Anon she did emerge, but only briefly. And so I was to learn that she has been dreadfully ill, often throwing up and even undergoing diarrhea.

She had me fix her up a warm weak tea drink with a little Himalayan pink salt and honey, and offered some weak chastisement that she could be dead in her bedroom for all of my awareness.

How am I to know aught when she never communicates with me, except when she wants something?

And true to form, she dared to ask that I transfer her $600.

My response was a firm "No".

I am scared. I am unsure how I can make it through this month when I still have to pay $700 towards credit card debt, $450 of which are due to my wife. My two stepsons are of late extremely stingy with contributions towards the fortnightly mortgage ─ it seems like that at least every other payment is left for me to entirely pay, despite me only having monthly pension income. And for months past, my wife has guilted me into extending her $1,000 or more from each of those monthly automatic government pension deposits.

And now I cannot securely pay bills, let alone buy anything I need like new boots and gloves ─ let alone healthy products like ivermectin, DMSO, and so forth.

Anyway, I craved some emotional escape and release, so with my wife home and in her bedroom and neither of my stepsons present, I went downstairs and watched a Christmas movie so that I could justify some drinking.

My movie choice was 2018's A Christmas Catch, for which I had some doubt according to its write-up.

But I was to love the movie! Initially I had my doubts about unfamiliar young actress Emily Alatalo as being able to convincingly fulfill a physically athletic role as someone in law enforcement, but the young lady was superbly believable!

In some ways she reminded me of actress Sage Halston ─ her voice, expressions, and even looks.

I loved her natural acting style ─ she's so darned sweet. And does she ever have a nice pair of well muscled thighs ─ the athletic element manifesting itself.

I recommend the movie, and watched it via our Android TV Box on T.V. at this OK.ru link, but I did realize that I could have watched it at this YouTube link.

Those early scenes where Emily's character dressed as an elf was attempting to brazenly flirt with a suspect were fabulous! If I was her young man in a romantic involvement, I would want her to be pantomiming those manouevres all the time ─ what a dreamy babe! What normal guy could resist that?

I thought that the actress appearing as Emily's movie mother and police captain was possibly someone I should know, and herself rather attractive, but I have only now discovered that it was Lauren Holly. I confess that I cannot place Holly in anything I can recall watching without doing some research, but her name is familiar enough.

Over the course of the movie I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt and a shot each of dark rum and brandy.

My wife remained bedroom-bound, fortunately, for I didn't want my movie time disrupted.

Later, with both her sons more or less available to check in on her, my guilt was somewhat alleviated for not offering her attendance. She actually had a shower well past 8 p.m., but at its conclusion I heard her puking. She thereafter resorted to her bedroom where she has remained with bedroom light on and door ajar.

This is my usual Sabbath fast; but although I did eat nothing further well before dark, I did all of my drinking during the movie while it was dark.

I shall not be sitting up late this evening, and if I hear my younger brother come into the house, I will be shutting myself up into my bedroom. Honestly, I would like to do a little more drinking, but I will not.

I regret that my wife and I are no longer close. She seems only interested in what she can use me for anymore in financial terms ─ there does not seem to be any other consideration in her heart for me any longer.

My brother now seems home at 9 p.m., so my bedroom door is closed.

Although the plantar fasciitis or whatever else is wrong with my left foot will be denying me a long walk in the reasonably early a.m., I do hope to at least get out for some exercise at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks from here. Accordingly, I will set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m.

It hurts me that I will not be speaking further with my withdrawn wife today, but such seems to be what she wants if no money is forthcoming from me.

Maybe I will be sitting up till near 11 p.m. here in my bedroom, but it is possible that I will cash in earlier. At present, it is only 9:23 p.m.