ImCasper2

Hi all. Guess it's officially Christmas Eve now, so I hope everyone has a good Holiday. I hope I survive.
My brother Don, who was living with me and my son but left last month, decided to come home today. He's not welcome here anymore. He left on his own, and left a 3-page goodbye letter to my son. In that letter, he said he hated me, called me a whole bunch of nasty names, and made many false accusations about me. He tried to turn my son against me, but my son is one smart teenager.
When I got home from running last-minute errands, there was Don. He was asleep in his favorite chair. I went over to wake him up and he opened his eyes and said "I'm back!" I told him he didn't live here anymore , and he said "Oh yes I do." I know it's not the best thing to argue with a person when they're having an episode, but I was mad. How dare he think he can just walk back into my house whenever he feels like it after what he wrote about me and after what he did to me???!!! He left me with no money to pay rent or bills and laughed about how I'd probably get thrown out of my house because I couldn't pay the rent.
Long story short, I had to call the cops to get him out of here. He insists now that this is his house and his name is on the title, etc. He's delusional. He's NOT the homeowner, his name isn't, and never was, on the title -- he's not even on the rental agreement for the mobilehome park where I live. He told me that it was only by his good grace that I'm still living here, and showed me an old letter from Social Security with his name and this address on it. He said it was "proof" that Social Security had given him this house, and that since Social Security is a branch of the U.S. Government, this house is legally his because the Government said so.
The cops took him to the hospital. But the hospital didn't keep him. They called and said he was fine, appeared calm and "answered all the questions correctly", so they were releasing him. But they couldn't release him onto the streets, so couldn't I let him come home? I said no. A few minutes later the cops called and really laid it on thick. He said "So it's almost Christmas Eve, it's cold outside, and you want us to put your brother out on the streets?" I said he can't come here. I told the cop that my brother has a long history of doing things like this. He moves in with someone, things go fine for awhile, and then he stops taking his meds, has an episode and does something stupid. He has a long history of burning his bridges. I was the last bridge. The cop said "But he has nowhere else to go and it's cold out." So I said that's his problem, not mine. I know it sounds mean of me, but I don't have "WELCOME" stamped across my forehead, so I refuse to be a doormat anymore. I was married to an abusive alcoholic for almost 10 years, and I'm tired of being pushed around and mistreated. If my brother came back, thinking that he owns this house, he'd be telling me what to do and when to do it and using his "homeownership" to try and MAKE me do it. It would be "do this or I'll throw you out of the house," and there'd be a constant fight between us. He's already trying to have me thrown out and the cops want me to provide proof that I am indeed the homeowner. Apparently, Don was so calm and collected at the hospital that they actually believed he owns this house. Don claimed that his Disability checks come here, and I had to tell the cop that, no, he has Direct Deposit. The cop told Don that, and Don said no, he was supposed to be getting a check here every month. That doesn't surprise me, since one of the false accusations in the aforementioned letter was that I was stealing his Disability checks.
So now it's after 3 AM and I'm too wound up to sleep. Can't watch TV -- the satellite service got shut off when I couldn't pay the bill because of my brother. I don't want him back here, but there's nothing I can do legally to keep him from trying to come back. The cops say I can't get an emergency restraining order unless Don comes back here and threatens me. So in other words, I have to be in danger before I can do anything to keep myself safe. But I did finally replace the broken lock on the back door. That was how he got in, I guess. The lock didn't work. All it took to open that door -- locked or not -- was to jiggle the knob once. Now, there's a nice new lock on that door, and one on my bedroom door too just in case.
I'm not afraid of Don, although he wants me to be. The thing that makes me nervous is that if he does come back, I will not hesitate to stand my ground and defend myself. That could get ugly.
Well. maybe I'll try and watch a movie or something. Looks like I'll still be up come church time anyway. Oh well. If I'm not too tired to drive, I might just go to church. Maybe I can ask God to forgive me for the things I was thinking about doing to my brother when we were in the kitchen and he was telling me this is not my house anymore. That cast-iron skillet on the stove looked real handy all of a sudden. KA-BONG!!!!!