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living in the same household
with  a deranged person is
almost an impossible task.

I have been caught for many
years in a situation like
this. I have asked many times
why God? why me?

Some events I have experienced
now looking back upon them,
seem so unreal.

I have seen a full grown person
getting upset, refusing to talk
for days on end, because they
did not get their way. Sitting
and pouting like a small child.

Run through the house screaming,
cussing. Grab his shirt, rip it
off, buttons popping. Throw it
in the floor, and go to  his
room in a rage.

Grab a bottle of aspirins, chew
them up and swallow all of them.
Grab his hair and pull at it.

When a bedroom door is closed,
run against it and bust the door
down to see who is in the bedroom.
Only to find the room is emtpy.

Instead of acting as a parent,
play the part as a child with the
children. Fight and argue with  
them. take their toys away and 
break up.

Rush him to the hospital again and
again for shock treatments. Still
there is a household which must be  
maintained. Children must be cared
for.

Living as brother and sister in
the same household for years, with
no communiction what so ever...

I have learned this type of person
must be left alone. They cannot be
disturbed over anything. For they
cannot deal with the reality of
life.

Always demanding their way, refuse
to listen to anyone. In a situation
such as this, a person must shut the
door on the deranged person. Refuse
entrance.

A tear is always forming inside, which
cannot be released.

(c) copyright heather burns