Now, understand that MIL is hale and hearty. A broken hip was the last thing we expected. She had been pulling her little cart around, adding to our burn pile and just suddenly "sat down." She did not feel any pain until she tried to get up. God was certainly watching over her because our carpenter was on duty, finishing up her new well house. He is a neighbor, and his wife came to help, loading her into the car and driving her to the hospital.
Of course, the prodigal returned...Remember my wayward husband who has barely spoken (maybe twice) to his mother in two years? You know, the one who kicked her off this place to begin with? Well, he began to visit the hospital faithfully. This, as you all know, is a mixed bag: there isn't a mother out there who does not understand how MIL must want a relationship with her son. And, yet, his past behaviors put the motives of his present actions into a cloud of suspicion...his present behaviors aren't so hot, either, as you will see.
Anyway, retaliation came, although it is weak--what does he have? You won't believe it...early in our separation I had thought I would sell our little farm, finding the upkeep daunting. This is reflected in the paperwork. Later, by agreement, we changed that and he has signed a deed over to me. But now he has sent me a certified letter demanding that I put the place up for sale and referencing the fact that I have "moved a mobile home onto the place," like it was for a stranger, and not his mother. He has said in the letter that I should be ready to move it off should the realtor who lists the place demand it!! If he were successful, this would be the second time he has kicked his mother out! And, all the while, he is sucking up to her, wanting to visit her out here. It really is more than she needs to be dealing with...he won't be successful, it's just all he can think of.
Oh, there's more, but this post is too long already. As I have said, we have much to report, much to post! I will sum it up now by saying these things:
- I have gone into some depression with this fight and have not felt like I had the time to post on this blog. I am thankful that V and I had the weight of the overdue "contest" to bring us back around, because I know now that leaving this blogging thing is not a healthy thing for me to do. V and I have agreed to push each other to write, because we need to.
- This episode has reinforced my understanding that life is, really, out of our hands. One never knows what's ahead.