Uh huh

Well, this a.m. she caused me some ruckus and got me worked up. Then, I got a txt from her younger son a little concerned about the (self-destructive) voicemail messages he had waiting for him left between midnight and 3 or 4 a.m.....

She'd left the shotgun laying on the table, and apparently had at one point voicemailed a reference to it, and if "only she knew where the ammunition was kept to the boy....

I locked the gun and put it elsewhere.

She also called me, just as I left the driveway -- carried on in the usual dysphoric manner. Then again, a few minutes later -- this time, making me a little (more) concerned about her safety.

So I turned around and came home and interacted with her, not real loudly, but not in a particularly positive manner on her part.... until she finally lost coherency after half an hour or so and fell asleep.

Somewhat amazingly, I didn't receive any more calls or txts from her today. I was, of course, a bit anxious about coming home and to what kind of diatribe or negative shit being pitched.

But, once again, surprisingly, she apparently put herself "out" before I got home. BUT, she was slightly active at some point. I found a sprinkler running and a couple jar candles burning, which I don't think were burning this a.m. when I left.... So, she was briefly up and about.

I could see she hadn't picked up the stuff she pitched about as I was leaving (swept stuff off a counter "cleaning" it off).

Knowing that by tomorrow, before she leaves, she'll be all wierded out about leaving much mess, I cleaned that stuff up. Put other straggling stuff in the garage. Left a couple minor messes for her to deal with.

In particular, some wet, red paper towels and dried blood?? on the living room floor. I'm not sure if she cut herself last night, in the BPD sense..... or what. She did manage to clip the side of a finger yesterday when she was cutting some flowers. Bled something awful. So, I suppose she may have opened that wound last night for a bit of comfort bloodletting.

Who knows.

Anyway, that's a mess I've left for her. Something she should face, not something I should clean up after.