The Aftermath of a False Allegation

 In the meantime, my daughter sold the house she had just moved into. The one that I landscaped for her. She worked from home, so location wasn't an issue. Her family moved into an apartment pretty far south and did not reveal her address. Even to me at first. She didn't want her brother to slip and let her address become known to the evil one.

Because my daughter refused her access to my grandson, she took her accusations and the video to the police and filed charges against my grandson. He was interrogated in the presence of my daughter. She had already retained an attorney and sought his advice for everything. The case was dismissed and unfounded after the investigation. Just like we knew it would be. But the damage was done. Both grandchildren were scarred. All because she wanted money.

My son's release date approached, and I scheduled a trip to be there and pick him up. Since I was the only one who actually visited him, it was fitting that I should pick him up. It was late October and the world of kamping was slowing down. I just needed to be home for the weekend before Halloween as we had an elaborate event planned.

This was 2019 and if you were a reader then, you may remember that I drove to Minnesota and left to go home the very next day. That was the cardiac event of my husband. There I was in my daughter's house with her little dog Max (Max loves his Gramma) in bed, worried sick with no one to call for updates other than my work camper, Kevin.

Kevin (aka my wife, my brother from another mother, 12 years my junior) rode along with the sick man to the hospital. He stayed until they took him to surgery and was picked up to go home. My phone rang sometime around 10:30 PM and a doctor with a strong Indian accent told me that the attempted angiogram was stopped because he had too many blockages. He was not getting enough oxygen and if things did not improve in a matter of hours they would have to intubate him. 

I needed to go home right away. I woke my daughter and had already gathered up my belongings to begin my trip back home. I was torn between the needs of my husband and the needs of my son. My son only knew that his dad had a heart attack, and I knew he was as worried as I was.

My older grandson who lived at my son's house took over my mom obligations and I left the next morning. My daughter would not let me leave in the middle of the night. I was tired and I have night blindness, but I was still going to leave. She physically held me down in the bed!

The evil one was still waging her stalking campaign during this time. I was still ignoring her and going on with my life. No way to forget her, she was relentless.

She refused to let my son see his children unsupervised and refused to supervise a visit. Her mom stepped in and was there for the girls to see him. She always got along with my son, so it worked out fine. I was still not welcome to communicate with the girls. This restriction did not stop Child Two from texting and calling me, always when she wanted money. She did slip up once and reveal that her mother had told her to call me to ask for money! Good parenting!

After a time, the visits had to be "paid" for. For instance, if he wanted to see the girls, she required him to bring food, or mop her kitchen, hang her Christmas lights or any number of chores she did not want to do. After he finally saw the light of her manipulations, he fell right back into that pattern of doing her bidding just to be able to see the girls.

This went on and there did not seem to be much I could do to make him call her bluff. He stopped telling me about the chores and I stopped nagging.

Then one day he called and told me he was dating a woman and was smitten. He told me all about her and she is the opposite of the parasite he was married to. I love this woman my son married. She makes him so happy and treats him with respect. The only thorn in this new marriage? You guessed it!