Life's a bitch and then you die. That's all I could think about after the day I've had. School was okay. Just a few minor problems, nothing new. It was what happened afterward when I had to deal with my two nuts.

I picked up Barry after school to go visit Mom. I got paid, so I stopped at the ATM on the way to Lawrenceburg. I made a deal with him. If he refrained from being a pig while at the assisted living place, I'd take him out for supper. He did pretty well because I removed him from temptation. But he rushed through our visit with Mom to get food.

Mom was kind of out of it. The mania was going strong. She's flipping out over some man who lives next door to her at the building there. I talked to administration there about her situation. I think I finally got some things straight so I sat Mom down to explain them to her. But it was cut short because of Barry's antics.

At any rate we get to the Chinese restraunt and he pigs out. Then on the way out he goes to the restroom and it's all over the front of his pants. That put off our grocery shopping because I didn't want him to be laughed at or made fun of in Kroger. So, I drove us back to Pulaski, hoping that his pants would dry before we got to Wal-Mart. I gave him $25 and some change to buy himself some things other wise he would have piled my buggy high with junk. He lost $20 in the parking lot when he bent over to pick up his change. I was in the Christmas section looking at decorations when I heard him yelling for me. I watched a 45 year old man pitch a three year old temper tantrum. I was highly embarrassed and ticked off.

I went to the truck to help him retrace his steps. I wound up kissing $20 good-bye and giving him another $20 to fulfill his mission. Another fit came when he went to the bathroom at Wal-Mart and his change fell through his pocket and was lost. Of course, when we got home he found his change had fallen into the pants leg of his sweats and he'd thrown a fit for nothing.

Since we've been back at my apartment he's opened up two of the items I'd bought to last through next week. At the rate he's eating I'll be broke again before the next pay day. I'm trying to help him and he's dragging me down. And he's got his hand out for money every time I turn around. Plus he expects me to fix all of his problems, clean up after him, etc. I know he's autistic but his actions are so reminiscent of my alcoholic/addict ex that I feel trapped again.

Thank God I have therapy tomorrow!