Lots of people really misunderstand the Jehovah’s Witness propaganda. He might too. So don’t beat yourself up about it. Pray and have a better follow-up book in mind.
I am so glad you get some time off while he is in rehab. A bit of freedom.
I have some freedom but it's not as much as I had hoped. Things are creeping up, and I was hoping they would not.
I don't have the time I really want to do the things that are necessary for me. I don't know exactly why. Even though I'm getting up earlier (but still not as early as I would prefer, it's hard), I have been hindered to find time to exercise, cook (I still am not actually cooking), bathe, and do groceries without my dad calling me, asking me "where are you." I feel bad for him, but thankfully he is getting some interaction via physical therapy. He doesn't care to go to the dining room to talk to the people; he prefers people he knows already.
I do have the freedom at least to pray with my bedroom door open and to go to Sunday Mass in the morning, but during Mass in the morning I'm always on edge that he will call my phone and ask me "where are you," because that's his normal time for contacting me and I don't like to tell him I'm in church. I also bring a separate set of clothes for when I go to the facility so that he can't tell I've been in church. I want to stay after church for a little while just to sit in the quiet but I can't stay long because I can't buy any food at the rehab facility's cafeteria after 1 pm. Sigh.
Other new problems are:
- a "family friend" keeps calling the house and he is very clingy with me and I'm not comfortable with it. My dad can't stand him either. I don't want to pick up the phone. My dad and I don't know how to stop him from calling and from possibly ringing the doorbell eventually. Back in April he came to our house and literally talked non-stop about the virtues of Islam for 4 and a half hours, barring going to the bathroom. Puke. There's even a verse in the smaller epistle of John how we aren't supposed to allow those kinds of people in our home who actively bring false doctrine.
- a Pakistani woman who my dad met at the facility (some doctor I think) wants to meet me and she probably thinks I'm a Muslim and was telling my dad that she had a 26-year-old son (didn't my dad tell her my age?!) but my dad claims that the son thing had nothing to do with me, that she was just describing her own family for the sake of describing it. I'm like, screaming in my head "GET AWAY FROM ME (meaning her)! I AM NOT COMPATIBLE WITH MUSLIM MEN AND I'M THIS CLOSE TO SAYING IT OUT LOUD TO HER FACE!!" If I tell her he's too young, that will simply cause her to seek someone older. If I tell her the truth, it may affect how she takes care of my dad. (if she does take care of him)
- a relative from Ohio will jump at the chance to tell me that she's coming over to stay with me, and she's toxic as heck
- two other relatives from Pakistan who know I'm "all alone" have always wanted to capture our house after my dad passes away, they call every few days to see how he's doing
- another relative in Georgia is a really strict Muslim and he has an unmarried son in my age range; he was going to come over in April or so but he backed off. I don't want him to know I'm alone at home either but he calls the house too every now and then and I don't know how to stop him from finding out
So as you can see, I am not free from these clutches. There's always a toxic person waiting in the wings.
