The Saga Continues

 During the unfortunate incarceration, my grandson was renting a room at my son's house. He was not there alone, though.

I need to explain my ex-daughter-in-law's strange relationship with the girls' birth parents and extended families. Whether or not I agreed with her (I didn't, my entire family thought she was bizarre in her parenting), she insisted that the birth parents be given plane tickets to visit the girls every summer. No, the girls do not share any parents. This meant that my son shelled out a healthy amount of money to fulfill the wish of his crazy wife and they housed and fed 6 extra adults and two siblings every year. One year they went to Disney World! Like I said she likes spending the money of other people. Makes her look so generous. 

On one such visit my youngest daughter overheard the mother of Child Three opine that my son should help them all out financially since they had "given" them their children. My baby girl likes to share her opinion, just like her mom does. She set them straight and reminded them that they gave up their rights for whatever reason and should be happy that my son was providing a good life for the girls and went on to tell that mother that she better not ask for anything from my son or she would have to deal with her and assured her that it would not be pleasant.

Keeping that in mind, it should have come as no surprise that the birth father of Child One had been allowed to move into my son's basement apartment and was using his vehicle. No job, no prospects of a job, he was living the high life there with a girlfriend. I was not happy, and I made it clear that he would have to make other living arrangements. Then I found out that he wrecked my son's van and left it in a parking lot! It was towed to the impound lot and building up a healthy charge.

We all know there are some people you simply cannot help. The daily texts and emails from my stalker had begun and I was exposed as an evil person to the girls for kicking the birth father out and him with nowhere to go. She would email and text at least 20 times a day. My daughters blocked her, but I let her go on while ignoring her. It kept me informed and at the same time I knew it drove her mad that I refused to respond. Not only that, I found it amusing that she thought of me so often.

I was staying at my son's house when I went and felt like I should not have to share my space with a man I did not know who had already shown that he was less than respectable. I used my time to give the house a good cleaning. I dispersed with the ugly deep purple velvet drapes to let some light into the house. Shall I just say that all of her taste was in her mouth when she chose the furnishings and such.

I already enchanted you describing the vineyard wall in the kitchen, and that was mild compared to some of the other decor. The living room was a train depot. Fake styro windows graced the longest wall with sights one would encounter from the window of a depot. Departures and arrivals were on a huge chalkboard overlooking the room from the wall between the living room and dining room. Parts of the wall were painted to look like plaster peeling away from a brick wall. You can't make this stuff up.

The cabinets in the kitchen were always bare of the essentials of cooking. You might recall that bagged salad and pasta with cold marinara sauce was her go-to meal. For whatever reason, there seemed to be a lot of exotic spices. Upon further inspection, I found that most of them were expired. Now her rule was that the countertop must not have anything on it. The lack of groceries made it possible to have every small appliance in the cabinets and unseen. So, while a quick glance would make you think she had excellent housekeeping skills, the truth was that the house was not clean. Everything was just hidden away .... like her motives!

Meanwhile the constant texts and emails with many accusations continued.

My next visit revealed other things that made me glad I was no longer speaking to her. On that note she forbade me to talk to the girls. I complied, knowing the girls would be cross-examined if I did talk to them. I was at my daughter's house when the bank statement came, and she was examining it.

It came to light that the witch was cashing the checks that she has supposedly destroyed. Double dipping, giving herself more money than she was entitled to. We were appalled, but not really surprised and my daughter went straight to the bank to put a stop to it.

This set retaliation of epic proportions into motion.

She retailiated