I was able to pay for the things that we needed when Tim decided he was tired of working. But that was a never ending cycle.  He would work for a few months and then come home early with some lame excuse as to why he quit.  Never knew from one day to the next if he was going to have a paycheck to bring home.

Then in late '91 Tim's mother took a turn for the worse.  She was admitted into the hospital to have tumors removed for like the sixth time.  Only this time the tumors had spread with like tentacles and had wrapped themselves through her internal organs. Doctors closed her up and told the family there was nothing more that could be done, at now it was just a matter of time before she would die.   The family took shifts in order to have someone there with her all the time.  This lasted for about a six week time period. She passed away in Jan 1992
 

After his mother passed, there was no getting him back to work.  He would lay around the house and do nothing all day.  I got really tired of this after awhile.  And told him that he needed to get his shit together and go back to work or move out.... I could support two easier than three.  He got mad and stomped out the front door.

A couple hours later he came back home, only to ask what was for dinner. I told him that he would have to find something to feed himself. I had already cooked and cleaned the kitchen.  And I wasn't doing it again that night.
 

Two days later he found a job doing construction.  I agreed that he could stay in the house as long as he was working and bringing home his paycheck.  He said that was fine.
 

About three months later we had a break in.  The burglars took the stereo, tv, a large collection of cd's. and some jewelry out of my jewelry box.   I was so pissed off when I found out about it. And what made it worse was that no one had seen a thing.

About a week later we come home again to the house being a total disaster.  We had been hit again,  this time they took the rest of it, that they didn't get the first time. VCR, albums, toys, booze out of the pantry. Even stuff out of the freezer.  And again no one saw anything.

So we replaced the tv that they took and the food items.  Everything else would have to wait.  Bobby took this time, the notice to play with fire.  We had a small wooded area in the back yard.
 

So we had to deal with and put out several fires.  Nothing ever got out of hand, thank goodness.

At this point Tim decided he wanted to adopt Bobby, since he was the only father that Bobby knew. That we should make it legal.  So I reluctantly agreed after talking it over  with Bobby.  Bobby thought it was a great idea.  So we did.

Then one weekend we were at Tim's parents home.  Usually all the kids gathered there and the women would cook up a big meal for everyone.  At this time we found out that Tim' s father wanted us to come live with him cause he couldn't care for the house alone anymore.  And that his illnesses were getting the better of him. The reason it was us........ Cause the rest of the kids owned houses.  We rented and was considered mobile. So we packed up our house and put a majority of things in storage. And moved in to care for his father.  August of 1993.

At this time Tim wasn't working, so his new job was to care for his father, baths, shaves, dr. appointments the whole bit.  I worked five days a week and would cook when I came home.
We seemed to have things under control now.  Bobby wasn't causing a fuss over the move and since it was in the same neighborhood he didn't have to change schools or friends.
 

But then other things started happening.  He would steal from other kids, adults too. Had really a bad attitude with everything.  His grades fell along with his attitude.
 

One phone call I got was from my sister in law who worked at the school as an assistant.  Apparently Bobby had told his teacher that the reason he was sleeping during class was
because we made him stay up all night to care for his grandfather.  And the reason he didn't have his homework right was because Tim held him by gunpoint and that I hit him with a frying pan in the head.  I was in shock when she told me of these things.  For one....we don't own a gun... never had.   Two... if I had hit him with a frying pan where were the bruises???   It all was just mind blowing.  My sister in law straighten it out with the school so child services wouldn't get involved.