Ack....putting up with the contractor was dreadful...notice I didn't say my contractor. He's out, and on the island doing what disordered people do....accusing others of doing what they're doing TO them.
Things finally came to a head when he threatened me with a knife....wild eyed and screaming for me to put my hand down so he could chop off my finger.....and feel his pain.
He knocked a knuckle on his dominant hand whilst unplugging the skill saw. He didn't admit that to me, preferring to say he sawed his finger half off while working. It was 3 stitches....nothing important cut, mind you. That story makes no sense and even if I explained everything it would still make no sense. He does whine and cry for attention....gets angry if he's not babied. I'm done raising babies.
Long story short, he professed love, took the imminent rejection poorly, then settled in for two weeks to convince me he's a catch. Mind you, his language of love includes stepping in front if me to blow his nose on the sidewalk by my foot. I kid you not. He's also been spiraling down the abusive pattern rabbit hole, which makes me withdrawal further. By the time he basically stopped work, more time to request eye to eye "talks" where I tip tied through eggshells and tried to go back to work.
He complained about hernia pain, finger pain, bump on the head pain.... I suspect he drunkenly flipped himself out of a rocking chair then broke the chair in anger
So....he blames his irrational bullying behavior on me.....on being stuck in what he terms "this shithole" for so long, on the bump, the cut, the tummy ouchie....not kidding. Sometimes he baby talks.
The more I refused to be afraid or fight the more he escalated, and we've been alone so no witnesses. He does cry. A lot.
After the knife incident I worried he'd make use of the machete in the LR. The next morning I hid it, and went to do laundry on my own. He asked about the machete....several pointed times then blessedly went to the other island.
I can't put myself in my family through to this craziness again. He was on phone half the night terrorizing my sister, and do the decision we as made to fire and put him out.
He didn't quite understand that, and thought he'd force another round of talks.....when he got to the cottage I had my very large renter waiting with me. This had him spitting mad, which looked like a gleeful insane imp cackling over all the things he would do to me once we were back in the States. Threats were all over the board....legal stuff....finding me stuff...got chest to chest when renter carting his tools...made insane noises and more threats nose to nose. I pushed him off if me and he spun out the door babbling to himself.
Now....after I said there was no possible romantic connection between us he asked to go outside and fight me. I can't make stuff this crazy up! He also asked me to kill him in his sleep, this while he was whining about his finger I think. It all blurrs together, and he assaulted his helper the first week we were here so he can't blame time on the island, his finger, his head bump or me, though that's his story.
I'm wring out, and a tad jumpy, but keeping busy with male workers on the property till he flies out tomorrow afternoon...if he goes.
He's one wrong word away from a Bahamian jail cell, which I m certain won't improve his poor mental health.
Oh, and he doubled his fee.....and keeps adding ludicrous amounts for stupid to things. He has no idea he has to file and fight a lawsuit in Nassau. I I we him money.
Who behaves this way? A grumpy toddler who wants attention for bad behavior, that's who.
:: Shaking head::.
I screwed up when I hired him, but he was lying, and posturing as a somewhat stable person at the time.
Now I'm paying to the price.
Lighter
PS. Send courage, and stamina. I have to get tools and install the he rest of these storm shutters this week.
