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I’m freakin’ Superman in my spare time….

I absolutely love being a stay at home mom and my husband works very hard to make that happen. It was a decision we made together. It ended up working out too while I was so sick. We don’t have a whole lot of extras but we have a pretty decent life. I’ve had much less for the vast majority of my life and so I count the blessings rather than complain about what isn’t perfect here. I have been seeing a new specialist that has made the most progress with my diagnosis and my medications. I have been 5 months without an episode. However my husband and I were talking about it the other night and we also believe that it had something to do with the amount of stress and anxiety that his boys had put us through. The timing just kind of works out that way and so it makes us wonder. The last time I went this long it was when I went to KS and we were separated and it was 4 months.

Since stress is the major activator of my issue it makes sense. Now they are all gone and not helping or even speaking to us. OrdinaryDad, the kids and I have all been pulling double time to keep up with everything. Funny thing is, even though it is stressful, it is getting done and better than when they were around and the extra stress is not causing me any issues. If anything I am working harder and healthier than I have been able to in a long time.

It’s OrdinaryDad who is suffering more than I and I think that is because all my energy is channeled into helping support him and making sure he is okay. Doesn’t matter what they say or do towards me, I haven’t cared what others have thought for a very long time. I’ve dealt with crazy family and drama my whole life and nothing they have done, could do or think of doing would knock me down because I HAVE survived the worst of the worst. It has made me strong and it has made me a fighter. And when I am in fight mode, I don’t have time to worry about my hurt little feelings or even if I do have any. Which is why I’m titled a bitch.Strong women who speak their mind and stand their ground loudly aren’t really appreciate around here. Especially in the South. They are more into the subtle Southern F-you. The one where they tell you to go to hell and you look forward to the trip before figuring out you have been insulted – and usually not till much later.

So between juggling the house and all the things that go with that, the kids and dinner and all the animals etc I am also holding together the strong person who usually helps hold me. Revamping plans for the family business, taking up the slack, stepping up and running some of the other things going on that we keep private from my blog, running this blog and my fan page, which thanks to all you wonderful people is starting to take off. I am also working on a short piece as well as perhaps a book, with the encouragement of a fellow author, blogger and friend.

Yes I have my moments of frustration, upset or resentment but in the end I love my life and chose it for a reason and I will be dammed if anything is going to take that away or otherwise mess with it.

They read this blog avidly. They can’t help themselves. They look for any little crack, any little detail they could possibly use. They blow things out of proportion or flat out lie (yes we have had to defend ourselves in court from the neighbors more than once) and so instead of taking a defensive position we are all offense baby. Starting to take care of our lives as if these people no longer exist. There was a hollow look in his eyes when he told me that his boys no longer existed to him, they have crossed the line and done too much; there is no going back now. And despite all the hurt they caused me it distressed me to hear that. I know all you parents out there are all like “No matter what my kid ever did to me I would never stop loving them or disown them” – well guess what. I was in your shoes too. Still kind of feel that way about it because I trust my kids won’t repeat this disaster. But I do know the possibility exists. And I totally understand why he feels that way. Until you have had your own flesh and blood betray you, lie about you, use you, manipulate you, try to destroy your marriage and then say “you made your bed I hope you die in it” (yes that is a direct quote from Mr. BBP to his dad via text last night) ~ then please don’t come in here throwing darts because he said that.

He means it now and I stand by him, but if he changed his mind in the future because they grew up or realized the truth I would still support his reconnecting with them. But he feels they burned a bridge and it is done at the moment. Do you blame him? His son also flung this blog in his face saying “You still haven’t read her blog and you take her side against us”. Let me speak very slowly and clearly for you ASSHOLEdon't be an asshole.

1) THIS BLOG HANGS OFF YOUR FATHER’S PERSONALLY OWNED WEBSITE – SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK HE DOESN’T HAVE OPEN ACCESS TO IT.

2) QUITE OFTEN I READ HIM PASSAGES FOR HIS APPROVAL. YES I HAVE CHANGED THINGS AT HIS REQUEST.

3) I HAVE WRITTEN MOST ALL OF WHAT IS HERE WITH HIS PERMISSION AND ENCOURAGEMENT.

4) EVERYTHING HERE IS THE TRUTH AND YOU JUST DON’T LIKE IT BEING OUT THERE FOR GOD AND EVERYONE TO SEE YOUR BULLSHIT

5) I AM ASHAMED OF NOTHING IN THIS BLOG AND YOU CAN SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT.

6) TEST ME – PLEASE TEST ME……

Listen closely.

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You are so wrong here it isn’t even funny. Your dad is wondering if you have lost your ever loving mind. You not only threatened his client relationship and challenged they would pick you over him, saying he couldn’t do a damn thing about it (as if he was even going to or is even like that dummy) but on top of that, you wished him to die. A direct threat against him. I wouldn’t push your luck any further. Karma is a bitch and I promise if you follow the neighbors path and papaw’s path – it won’t play out like you think it will.entitlement

And just an FYI – YOU are the only one who flunked out of school Mr. BBP. I was nearly killed in an auto accident my first round and my second round I chose raising my kid over finishing school at that time. I’ve never flunked out like you did. And in a matter of a year or so, I can have my masters degree – you don’t have shit. Have a nice life.

Keep reading me, keep hating me ~ it affects my life not at all. We will press on, be successful, shake the dust of all this bullshit off our shoes and raise our family together. You chose not to be a part of that. YOU chose to write yourself out of your father’s story. And YOU chose the enemy over him not the other way around. My friends and fans stand by me and so does OrdinaryDad as well as my kids both adopted and blood. So keep it up, nothing you do matter to us. I have my happiness and place to be at home, you threw yours away.

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See my friends, I try to speak about other topics and they just refuse to give me breathing space. Thanks for being there for the journey both good and bad. Until we meet again, stay safe and be blessed.

 

Dude, Bail? I think bail………..bail. Yep, bail.

Dear Spoiled-Ass Teenage Jerk-off:

You thought “you could come and go as you please” because you interpreted us saying we would treat you like an adult when you turned 18 to mean free license to act a fool. Let me translate a few things for you.

Having freedom to choose when and where you go is totally different than having 100% freedom to come and go as you please. You cannot come home at 3-4 am or whenever, simply because, no matter how you now choose to live your life, we have business to handle. We are still going to work, paying bills and taking care of younger kids. We cannot be woken at any time of the middle of the night you decide to stroll in because we have to actually sleep and be responsible. Remember the dogs will bark their asses off and so there is no coming in silently, not to mention we hear the vehicles. It is part of respecting whatever household you are in. Trust me, if you worked a third shift job and people were louder than hell when you were trying to sleep you would be the FIRST to lose your mind and temper. It also doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t at least ball park the who, what, when and where so that if something happens, we know how to get a hold of you and when-ish to expect you in case, God forbid, you were in an accident. It has happened before and it almost killed you and Alex so why the hell would you turning one year older change us worrying about your safety? You say you will be home or we expect you and then you don’t show – we worry. Oh my God we are TERRIBLE parents. Get a fucking grip.you.big.baby! And to top it off, you expect us to tell you every single detail of our lives and reasoning but feel like you shouldn’t have to tell us anything.

Paying for your own car insurance and gas is not special, it is NORMAL. You are not helping out the family by doing this. You are preventing YOUR issue from becoming ours by handling it, and let me remind you we carried your ass for a LONG time when you couldn’t get it together AND paid for your gas; now you are merely handling what you should have been doing since 16. You are 3 years late and much too ungrateful.

You treat the house like it is the college buffet. There is nothing wrong with you wiping out 6 pieces of fish or 8 eggs in the morning (in one sitting) for example and then you ask us how dare we hint you should have been helping out with a bill or the food since you were working. If you HAD been doing these things, you might have a legitimate argument, but you weren’t even close, you want to blow all your money on BS with your friends. And accuse your dad of mistreating you to ask you this at the age of 19. Like it was the same as his parents making him pay for his own room as the oldest since he was 15.

You can say you were gonna all you want and the fact is that in life, actions will always speak louder than words. Not ONCE have we been able to go out to dinner or on a date. Not even once in a blue moon because your fun is top priority. Not once did you offer to help your dad by doing things you know needed to be done. Nope, you would add to his list by breaking shit then never even attempting to fix them, let alone pay for them. You did not want to handle your ONE chore in this house – and couldn’t even change a bathroom trash can, you were not around to take care of your dog – she was never walked, had to beg you to go out, even peed on your bed because you barely bothered. You refused to help out any extra and bitched about the little you did, didn’t bother with your father’s birthday or Father’s Day ever unless I reminded you, let alone care about holidays or birthdays for anyone but yourself. This is not being a loving, good son; no matter how smart ass you say it to your dad.

You were not the babysitter, you have been asked ONCE recently and that was to make a trip out to Nashville to see the specialist, and all you had to do was get them off the bus and feed them and put them to bed. OMG so fucking hard. You are so put upon. You aren’t a man, you aren’t even close. A real man cares about his family, a real man pulls his share and more if someone can’t, a real man thinks about someone other than himself, a real man admits his mistakes and seeks to better himself. You are a wanna-be, nothing more. You know it and most people know it. You would be surprised how many people have stopped me since hearing what you did to say how stupid you are and what an asshole you act like when you aren’t here. I sure hope someone knocks that chip off your shoulder soon or you are in a world of trouble. That anger you hoard is gonna spill over and it is going to be ugly.

You have literally been out nearly every night with your buddies this semester. You had all the freedom you could desire and the support both financial and emotional you could have desired. Good luck on your own out there. The world is gonna take a bite out of you. You are too stubborn and arrogant to last long without it happening.

Oh and your sick, fucked in the head accusations about Sable and us “doing something” to her just show me how disturbed you really are. Chaos is just fine and actually doing better now than he was before he got left.  Dad doesn’t want to see you or talk to you right now because he is so hurt and for that reason alone I can’t vouch for the reception you will get from me.

Sincerely,

Me.

P.S. Fuck you. Karma will be there soon.

I said it

Sorry friends, this too shall pass. Stay safe and be blessed. I pray that your families are at peace and that ours will find peace soon.

 

I am sooo Entitled…..

I am seriously SMFH. What is it with today’s youth that they feel entitled to certain things before they have earned them?

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The constant refrain I hear, even around here, is “the world doesn’t owe you anything”. I have spent my whole life, as the product of a single parent home, understanding that nothing worth having comes easy or cheap. There is a price to be paid for everything. Sometimes we trade one thing for another. Does it matter? When it comes down to brass tacks, you have to bust your ass to get anywhere in life. Sure fate plays a role, but I sincerely believe our destiny is what we make of it.

I see all these teenagers and young 20s sitting around whining about life. And I will tell you where and how it started. It started with all this feel good BS we shovel, it started with EVERYONE gets a trophy, everyone makes the team, no one’s feelings can get hurt and we have to “protect their fragile little egos”. Fragile my ass, kids are tough as nails, kids are dictators; kids are barbarians that need to be shown how to act civilized; they have to be taught to find their conscience. Come on, let’s be honest.

I have very, VERY, strong -willed children. (yes that does include my asshole step-sons 😉 – lol) I am way too far into this parenting gig to lie to myself or to you my friends. Oh sure, I can put a tu-tu on it, but why bother? We are all adults here. They will complain no matter how good they have it, honestly – the better they have it, the more they seem to complain these days. It’s like the cushion we have been providing because “we were gonna raise our kids different from the strict nonsense. WE are gonna understand them like we weren’t….” or whatever reasons drive you because each of us is different despite our similarities.

Still they are sliding through school, sliding through home life with no responsibilities, given every reason in the world not to succeed and we act surprised when they get out of line. How else can I explain the basic need for us to let them fail when it is little, when we can kind of, direct the blow? Failure is a must have in order to survive. If we scuttled after a child constantly and never let them get hurt they would never know and be sent out into the world expecting the same. If we love our children and truly want what is best for them I believe we need to teach them that life isn’t fair, that roads get bumpy, that you may not end up where you thought you would be, but that the journey was worth it and the place is exactly where you need to be.

No boss will call your house to make sure you are out of bed on time. No doctor will sit by your bedside and nurse you back to health because you won’t take care of yourself. There is no magic kiss that will make your heartaches better when you grow up. It is hard. Life is hard. We have to teach them it is worth it.

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What are your thoughts my friends? Until next we meet, stay safe and be blessed.

 

Wild & Wonderful Days

randomness weekend

So my husband’s loser brother called us last night (hubby figures he was drunk). Keep in mind D is the only one that has lived near his father and taken care of him his whole life. His brother & sister moved to Hawaii and they live together with her husband. So Sean calls last night saying he is in town, gong to be next door with those crazy neighbors that have been causing us issues, (click here to see parts 1, 2 & 3) and he is wanting to ‘kick Dennis’ ass’ when he is here today. When my hubby hangs up on him, brother then proceeds to text some nasty little messages calling him out. We blew him off laughing, because we knew nothing would happen. Sean is all talk, no action.

We spent the morning doing our yard work despite it and happened to be fixing our roof leak when the brother and my hubby’s dad showed up at the neighbors. Sure enough, little sissy la la didn’t even look our way.

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On a brighter note, the chickens are 5 weeks old which means they will be going into the chicken tractor hopefully next week. Should have enough feathers and be warm enough with a lamp out there. Still will be two weeks till they can roam in the yard under the tractor though.

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Nothing worse than worrying about a leak over your toilet, so every time you sit down you are worried the ceiling will just randomly fall………makes me feel like chicken little

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I’m thinking I deserve a guilt free nap today.

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So excited to reach 100 fans this weekend. It was an awesome gift today. I am overjoyed to see so many new faces and meet so many amazing pages. I really love that I have gone back to my roots and passion. Thanks for the inspiration guys.

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My step-son bought me the sweetest gift for Mother’s Day and my kiddos made cards – I am blessed.

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Fact of the day: 4 years ago on Mother’s Day my husband and I were still in Vegas celebrating our honeymoon.
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That has been today’s edition of randomness weekends with The Queen of WTF? Brought to you today by the letter L and the number 0

Until we meet again my friends, stay safe and be blessed.

 

You Have Entered……The Twilight Zone.

So last night was really weird. My husband’s oldest boy Cody called the house. He answered it, but only because he didn’t know the number. I guess Cody asked about coming up here because he told him no that we weren’t up for company tonight due to everyone running in different directions. Truth is though, neither he nor Aley really wants either of them up here even if that hadn’t been the case. They have been pushed way too far and they are tired of taking the shit when they are the ones actually working to make something of their lives and family. Aley for sure is tired of being bullied by his brothers and discounted by the rest of the family merely because he disagrees with them acting like they are totally innocent and everyone else is responsible for the things THEY did to themselves, including this division. He has had his jeep sold from under him, his family has cut ties and refuse to even send him things for holidays unless it is a convoluted delivery system through the extended family members that are helping cause the drama. Like we have EVER kept their mail from them.

Cody showed up anyways, in his usual style for a so-called visit (yes even after we said no) and ended up trying to take things with him that had been passed down to either Aley or Ean since he and Cameron have left. He beat a hasty retreat after being told no. Cameron was up here too but he is too much of a bastard to even come over to see his dad or the dog he raised from a pup and left behind without a thought. Before he left he made it clear he didn’t give a shit about Aley – we knew he wouldn’t come see his brother but the other surprised us (or maybe not his dad since he told his Dad he was trying to ruin his marriage and didn’t care that he was collateral damage). He stayed next door with the neighbors but got a shot in through Cody by trying to get the rug he left here and told Ean to his face he could have. He came back twice to get stuff and was asked what to do with the remainder. Cameron told us to trash it. We stored it and parceled out the other stuff into the other kids’ rooms; my son also inherited Cammie’s dog.

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Then the shit talking started. Cody’s newest girlfriend had sent me a friend request on Facebook. I hesitated for days, having already heard the way she acted towards Aley and heard from two other sources that she is a crazy chick who is nothing but trouble. Well instead of judging based on gossip like certain people who shall remain nameless, I decided to friend her and give her a chance, since she professed to both Aley and I that she would love it if the family was back together. I though well gee, finally a like minded person, maybe she can help me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…..all a fishing mission to set up Cody wanting his shit back. Then she started slamming me on FB and talking shit about this blog. Like I said when I came back, I could hide it if I wanted to, but I choose not to. And so yes, I broke my nasty stick out and started swinging. I don’t have it all the time anymore but be certain it is still there ready for anyone who Fucks with my family. Even then it isn’t breaking down into name calling – just firmly restating the truth of things. She never truly gave me a chance and that burns my ass to have someone be so two-faced. She was already working on assumptions and then lied to me when I questioned why she wanted to talk to me because I was sure she hadn’t heard good things. She told me they hadn’t said anything negative but then said she had been warned not to talk to me…..and is apparently willing to judge me not on the present, but on the past issues we ALL struggled with. She doesn’t know how hard I fought for them, how much energy and time I spent with and on them. Wonder if she even knows all the football games we cheered at for them or how much driving I did for them…..all the time out with their friends, the doctors, allergist, cardiologist etc.

Truth is that Aley is the only one of the 5 kids from the family they grew up in that has done anything worthwhile. He is going to college for Business Management/Computer Science and working with the family business that is taking off like crazy. Plus we have some plans in the works that will push it over into way too busy. We can’t wait!! He maintains his grades, works, has a busy personal life and also handles the family business. They all dog him and talk down about him calling him an asshole or saying he has been bribed and/or brainwashed and the reality is they are most likely jealous. I can’t see how college compares to a Garden Center worker at Home Depot or a cashier at Walmart……and even the youngers are starting to do things in school and life that neither of the boys could even be bothered with like 4-H and stuff so make it 7 kids total and Aley shines like gold. You can’t polish a turd no matter how hard you try. You can pretend it doesn’t stink but sooner or later it falls apart.

My husband and I talked about it all this morning and decided that no matter what, we only have each other and this household full of family. (with some special exceptions of course for blood and non blood family outside these immediate walls) We decided that we only need each other and those that are willing to be a part of all of our life so we no longer care at all to sweat the small stuff. And even if something weird were to happen and things were to not work out with us (which certainly wouldn’t happen) but neither of us would go back and mend the bridges these people have burned forever. Game over for them and this has been years of their destructive behavior to accomplish this. It isn’t the first or even the hundredth fight out of them so we just won’t play anymore.

Dennis has always been treated like shit by his family even as a kid. He was working at 12 and payed rent just to have his own room as the oldest child – neither his brother or sister had to, they were majorly spoiled. They hated his first wife and they hate me. It is almost like they just don’t want to see HIM happy. No matter what he has done. He has spent his whole life living near and taking care of his father to detriment of his own well being. He has worked military and DOC and now he owns his own business something that his brother couldn’t hang onto when one was given to him but Dennis has built up his own through hard work himself. Does he ever get any credit? No. Not even when he fought and won custody of all three of his boys. I finally got tired of watching how little they cared about all he did and stood up for him as a wife should for her husband and THAT is why I am disliked. Merely for speaking my mind like Cody’s gf feels she is doing. But she sees herself as right and me as a bitch. Funny how we lie to ourselves isn’t it?

“Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you."

“Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”

And as for me, well maybe I am too honest and trusting for my own good. I expect others to be like me. I tell the truth no holds barred even if I am afraid it might hurt someone. And those who love me, I mean REALLY love me, know that I am not being hateful, I just can’t stomach the thought of lies to those I care about. I don’t mean to claim I never fib to save feelings or bite my tongue when it isn’t wise to speak my mind, I’m just saying that you can trust me to not talk shit behind your back and to never say anything I wouldn’t say to someone’s face. If that makes me a raging unlikable bitch then why to I have so many close friends? Why can I go out and make friends easily? Why do all our clients like me so much? Because they KNOW they can trust me.

My friends in return know that even if there are hurt feelings real love and friendship can stand hard truths because we know that truth is always better than lies. I’d rather them say those things to me and vice versa because we have learned with time that often others outside the immediate situation can usually see better not being entangled in all the emotions involved. Who better to understand you than those that have seen you in your beautiful and in your horrible moments.

Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused. ~Alan Cohen

 

Until next time my friends, stay safe and be blessed.

 

when I despair

 

 

 

For All the Haters….

all the shit you put me thruI love how people take a honestly reflective blog and try to beat someone with it. Problem is, if I’m putting it out here, it isn’t anything that is able to be used against me as a weapon. I’m not stupid folks, and if you think that by me admitting I was wrong or weakness here means I’ve failed or some such nonsense, you are once again mistaken. I am stronger for the things I learn. If you never fall, you never grow. The last several years have been full of lies and manipulations yes, but they have been so happy too. Self-pity, for those who don’t know, involves someone living a warped version of the truth because they are unwilling to admit the kinds of things I do here. The emotions that run us are only powerful if they were to remain unspoken and left to be sulked about. Instead I take it, put it here and let it go. I’ve helped a LOT of people over the years both here and other places. If you don’t like it or want to judge then you are absolutely free to do so.

If you cannot see the swings up and down then it is YOU I pity. Because to truly have a family means going through the good and the bad with them. And to say that there is never any bad would be a damn lie if anyone said it. You can have a regular family, a single parent family or a blended family – it doesn’t matter. I don’t attack, I put out the truth; good, bad, mine and theirs. They each know and have always known about this blog. If you haven’t realized that it hangs off our personally owned website, well then you know now. Keep reading, keep hating because you are a mere ripple on the outside edges of my life and matter very little.

We will cull those that keep trying to drag us down and destroy our marriage and family – you are no longer welcome here. In fact each and every person verbally severed familial ties after this last debacle. You crushed the last hope D had that you had grown up and were willing to admit your part in this story. Like the $5K you blew at Cumberlands and ran off to AZ and the Army instead. We haven’t demanded payment in court like the rest of the crazy family likes to do, or maybe you would prefer we acted like them? Cuz if we are so bad and they are so good, we should copy their actions right?

It’s always hard to be the one standing trying to explain until suddenly you realize you could talk till you were blue in the face and yet the other person will just keep on believing their lie. And even more suddenly you realize that you don’t care, that lie has no power to affect you again. The truth will win out and I will keep on taking care of my family. You lose, you fail to affect us now or ever again. Have a nice life.

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P.S. there is NO fair in fight when it come down to it now. You have pushed way too far over the line. D wants you to know this!!

Sorry for the interruption my friends, until next time, stay safe and be blessed.

 

 

 

Banjo Music In Our Own Backyard…….the Beginnings. (Part 2)

I hear banjo music.......

I hear banjo music.......

We have made peaceful overtures to all three of our immediate neighbors.We have kept them updated on predators in the area (since we live in the national forest). Shut doors when the storms blew them open. We have brought homemade jelly over more than once. They even helped us when our dog got snake-bit a few years ago. We have complimented one another on the upgrades to our respective houses and such, as well as them letting us know what a good weedkiller was for our newly graveled driveway. Our boys used to mow the lawn of the lady behind us every week, not to mention clean all the trash when her dog ripped it up. We still do her bank for free because she won’t take care of it and we have a big problem with copperheads and water moccasins. It’s a safety issue. The crazy man’s grandson has been bitten before.

Each situation has gotten worse as the gossip spreads to all of a sudden painting us as if we are evil, terrible neighbors. Their family (of the crazy guy) finally conspired to keep our land deed from us, until the woman who used to live next to us (also related) sold her land illegally to the ‘good’ neighbors there now. They had no right to sell because there is no well on that property and we were not allowed to have the deed because they had some preexisting water right arrangement they didn’t want to have to deal with us over. This is the same woman who hides her money in her son’s bank account so she can collect SS benefits as well as food stamps even though she doesn’t need them. Well we could have legally cut them off our well and we haven’t. We pay their electricity every month and the one time the well broke, we peacefully split the cost.

The woman behind us has kids around the same age as ours. We have warned her about the feral hogs and coyotes due to her small dog being free 24-7 outside. We have seen her allowing Alex and Ean to play at their little bonfires, the kids have been on both sides of the branch that separates our property. Well we started noticing her kids age 12, 10 and 7 were left home alone everyday after school as well as on breaks. It went on for a long time and we spent a lot of time being extra vigilant and making sure nothing bad went down. We are 45 minutes from a hospital and 30 minutes from any police assistance. It was fine until this 12 year old girl starts to bully Alexandria on the bus, badly. Alex isn’t scared of anything and this girl had her backed into a figurative corner. It spilled over one day with this girl shouting taunts and threats while Alex was in her own yard. After being told by me several times to leave my daughter alone, this girl turned her verbal abuse on me using words I would spank my 11 year old son for. I called my husband and we decided since her mother was not home the best thing would be to have a peace officer intervene. The woman showed up after the police did and the young girl became so belligerent in front of the officers they told her to shut up. I danced all around the issue till the woman flat out said I just got home – which led to her leaving them unsupervised, and a DHS call. She has one previous report and a new one about her letting her now 13 year old drive up the dangerous, windy mountain roads – once in the day and once at night. She made the kids stop being friends and we haven’t spoken to them since. We run into them occasionally and they make fools out of themselves going “out of the way” to ‘avoid’ us. We shrug it off but it left her with a bone to pick. She decided to team up with the assholes across the road. They don’t care that her dog runs free 24-7 – it just HAS to be ours, ya know, the ones that aren’t ever out alone? They provided her with No Trespassing signs so there is a two sided ring around us of bright red signs. (CLICK on each picture to see up close)

 

 

 

 

 

this is taken from our front porch of "crazy guy's house"

one behind the tree and one behind the bush on either side of their branch

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Now back to all the gossip.The more the line was drawn with Clarence (Dennis’ father) the worse the gossip got. We have tried to resolve this several times with him, even spoken to him in person. He refuses to be reasonable. He sold his grandson’s jeep behind his back just because he is angry with us. People we don’t even know tell us about the crap he talks in public. We always brush them off with a laugh about him being a crabby old man. We made constant overtures of friendliness that were rebuffed. Then there was a mysterious recent call to DHS which coincided with details only Cody would know…stories when taken out of context look bad, but were proven completely baseless. However it led to four major intrusions and a complete disruption of our lives. Almost to the breaking point of our family. Three of four kids are now in counseling.

When Dennis was trying desperately to preserve a relationship with his dad he constantly faced open rude criticism of me and my kids. What was a pleasant daily ritual of morning coffee and chatting, was turned into increased the pressure and unhappiness for my husband so he stopped going over as much. I was blamed of course. Clarence talked about what a user I was, how I was just looking for a dad for my kids (who by the way still had a father at the time), after all the grief that there was “something wrong with my kid’s heads”, I was a bitch who wasn’t welcome at his house. I could keep going but what is the point? He didn’t like that I wouldn’t allow him to continue to use and abuse this family. I became the enemy and he spends every week telling crazy man’s wife, Dean, that and more. They feel as though they have to ‘pay us back’ on his behalf or some screwed up crap. Even though our old neighbors from down there let us know if something goes wrong with him, like when he has fallen and we rush down to help even if we aren’t wanted. Now we just call his daughter in Hawaii and she checks on him. He hasn’t wanted anything to do with anyone but Cody and the twins know that. It has always bothered them.

The major blowup point came on October 26th. My kids were in and out of the house that day playing. They let me know that there was a white pit bull running around free. The dog belongs to crazy man’s son who lives on some land in the back of their property. This particular incident happened when my 11 year old son took our lab out. She seeing the dog sitting on our front porch, immediately chases it. When she gets into the neighbor’s yard, with Ean in hot pursuit. Crazy man sees them, runs for the house, gets a gun and comes back out yelling threats about killing the dog at my son’s quickly retreating back. First rule of conflict resolution, speak with the person. I went over to talk with crazy man and he blew up in my face threatening to “hurt me if I didn’t get off his property”. He got nose to nose with me and I saw his wife’s face (100 yards or so away) – she had a look of fear in her eyes though she was yelling at me. He wanted to hit me, I could see it in his eyes. He is an abuser. I’ve seen them before, been there done that. I basically refused to back down, called him a pussy for  threatening minor children and helpless animals with weapons instead of trying to resolve the issue like a grown up. Then when I was good and ready, I walked off his property and reported his behavior to the cops. Who by the way majorly bungled the report. That moment began their retaliation against us and has nearly flattened us this holiday season.We figured the report would stop the threats and didn’t take it any further. We have kept close eyes on the kids and dogs as well as got rid of our pit bull on November1 because the poor thing was just not safe here anymore. No life for him to be constantly locked in the house for fear of being killed.

How could it get any worse? Well it does………..To be continued……….