So my husband's mother (we live with her) gets home from VBS, sits down and asks to talk to us. Immediately my heart crept into my throat. It is never good when MIL asks to talk to us. Before I go into the details, I have to go into a brief overview of what has transpired before hand.
A few months ago, MIL's siblings decided to gather at their family property (where MIL lived). MIL and I get home from running to the grocery store and they are all gathered by their vehicles waiting. This could not be good. They inform MIL that they are selling the house and land and she has to be out by the beginning of the month, three weeks away. They leave, and we (me, MIL, and the daughter of MIL's best friend) all put our heads together and end up renting the house next door to MIL's best friend. Everything's all gravy...until moving day. We didn't have the room to fit all of MIL's sentimental possessions from given to her from her mother. A few days after we move, MIL gets an email from her daughter saying that she will never be a part of her daughters life...yada yada blah blah. More issues arise but I don't feel like getting into the dirty details because this is the making of a great novel.
Fast forward to tonight. My husband finishes the level on Zelda that he was playing and MIL starts talking. She had received another email from her daughter saying that MIL is the cause of all her problems and basically spitting out lies left and right and making herself (ex-SIL, I guess now) out to be the best mother, daughter, person to walk the earth. It honestly sounded like a near carbon copy of the letter she wrote her dad 2 years ago.
Life has certainly gotten interesting. I wish I could say that things will start to get better, and I hope and pray they will, but I only see things getting worse. The one bright spot is that God is with us, carrying the three of us through the turmoil.
Over and out,
Fenex