The Final Straw(s)
One Last Visit Not too long after my mother moved back to Michigan, she started calling to ask when I
One Last Visit Not too long after my mother moved back to Michigan, she started calling to ask when I
If you haven’t read any of my previous posts, I recommend you look at those first. I refer to many incidences that my husband, Ron, had done to contribute to my mental collapse. I promised to him as he read my posts; making rebuttals and fearing people would think he was really that despicable, I would give him his own post to express his point of view.
If you haven’t read my previous posts, The Possession – Infestation and The Possession – Oppression, I suggest you look at those first. You will find a recurring theme with a certain woman who is the wife of one of Ron’s friends. The longer he was around her, the worse it got. I have made my stand on this issue and will no longer change my mind. Ron must choose what is more important to him.
That was it, I was done!! I am not dealing with this anymore, he is going to make a change, or I am out of here. I still didn’t want to make a big commotion between us prior to our friends coming the next day, so my plans were to confront him after they left in a few days. I never had a chance. Within a few hours, I was positively leaving and hurt almost beyond repair.
Finally, I can rest, relax, and reflect on what just happened and get my life back on track. Or so I thought…
These next three journal post are going to be the hardest for me to write. The others were upsetting, but I was used to being treated that way by my mother, just not to that extreme. This came out of the blue and a complete shock.
I know some of these stories are out of order, but they are major events that occurred during the time Hurricane Meg stalled over North Georgia that made me really regret the decision I made to have my mother move in with us.
This is a long, drawn-out story with lots of twist and turns. Just like a hurricane making its way through the Caribbean. It wasn’t long after my mother moved in with us that the trouble began.
I have made some really bad decisions in my life. Other bad decisions I have made, I took my lumps, learned my lesson, and moved on. But this decision I may never be able to overcome.
We really don’t want to go all the way to the very beginning, we would be here forever! I am just going to start where my life took a major downturn and rapid slide into pain and despair.