My cousin is moving in with me.
Tuesday of next week, in fact.
What the what? you say? Wha?????
Yeah. I know. He and I are both a little freaked out by it too…but it’s going to be ok. It is. He needs help. He needs some non-parental support while he gets back on his feet. His personal and familial life pretty much took a nose dive this past year. When life takes you out at the knee…a little help from family can be the one thing that gets you through. I am a living witness to this. I’ll testify every single time. Been there. Done that.
We talked tonight. Had a long long talk about life and divorce and family, and jobs and the future and ESPN and the lackthereof in this house. About cats and carcass cleanup and helping with yardwork and lightbulbs. About food and shower schedules and college and night school and tech school and not having a shitty crappy job for the rest of his life. About finishing his degree. About just needing some space. We’re both freaked a little about living together. But we’ll figure it out. Everything’s gonna be alright.
He’s taking the spare room. Which will leave the futon in the office for guests. I’ve still got plenty of room if we need it, not that I ever need it, but you know…just in cases. I’ve been talking about cleaning out that freakin closet for 6 months now. Here’s where I’ll actually get that done.
I’ve done a lot of praying about this over the last 24 hours. I’m going to continue to pray for this situation, and for his situation and to be the best help to him I can possibly be. If you’ve got a second or two…I’d appreciate it if you’d send up a word on our behalf as well…
When he left he said…”I’m really excited about living with cats again…”