November 28, 2005
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Life, you really threw a slider at me this time.
A while back, I wrote about how a crisis was averted, and how my cousin, who I believe is not ready to raise a child of her own, was not pregnant. Touche, life. She gave birth yesterday at 4:20 PM. A boy, 5 lbs, 7 ozs. Small baby. I think he was premature. I don’t even know his name.
I feel stupid for not seeing it. Am I so naive as to not see that she was pregnant? She comes to the house every weekend. Moreso, how could my uncle not know? When I confronted him about this, he stated that the doctor lied and that the two times they went into the hospital to see if Jennifer was pregnant, the doctor said she wasn’t. So, either my uncle really didn’t know that my cousin was pregnant, or he’s denying it to keep his story consistent.
The family that Jennifer stays with during the weekdays said before that they didn’t want her staying with them if she had a child. I strongly don’t want her to stay with us as long as Aida, her mom and my uncle’s girlfriend, is around.
Aida drives me up the wall. I can barely deal with her when she comes on the weekends, let alone considering if she wanted to stay with us every day. No way. That’s one option that I’m not going to consider.
I’ve recommended that my uncle, Aida, Jennifer and the baby get an apartment together. He says he won’t qualify for one and that he would go crazy if he lived with Aida. Yet he’s still with her. Puzzling. Absolutely puzzling. I have neither the resources, the time, nor the ability to psychoanalyze my uncle.
My uncle asked me last night if they could stay for a week. I said no. He asked me again this morning. I again said no, but I’ll think about it. I am scared that they are going to push this envelope and stay longer and longer because they have nowhere else to go. There are two resources that are lacking for it to work. We don’t have the room and I don’t have the patience. I feel betrayed, used, abused, and don’t want to be taken advantage of any more. “If you want to keep on getting what you’re getting, keep on doing what you’re doing.”
The father of the baby, Ronald Babineaux, is the guy that jumped my fence that Sunday morning. I also wrote about that here. Ronald’s mom apparently told my uncle that she would help babysit.
Why am I even involved? This is ridiculous.
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Wow…
Well, hang in there, Bobby. Maybe God put you here in the middle of this mess to give you a special purpose in these people’s lives. I’ll be praying for you and your family, and I hope that they find a place of their own soon.