I’d like to thank each and every one of you that left me sweet comments. I am also so thankful to know that in feeling the way I did and do that I am not alone. Others are and have been in the same situation as me.
Things are almost rock bottom. Our trip to Bama was not for a family get together although we did have a great time under the circumstances. Our drive up was to go over to my daddy’s and go through my grandmothers belongings.
Myself, my brother, sister n law and nephew drove over Saturday morning to his house. Nobody was home. There was however a note attached to the back door. This note was undoubtly left for the family to read. It was from his attorney to my brothers attorney stating that all future correspondence be between the two attorneys from now on and that we should be receiving a letter shortly. Well we left there and went into town to get Kelsie some milk. While we were there, I saw daddies truck. I wrote a quick note stating that we had been by and that we found the note but that if he wanted to divide things up civilly to give my brother a call. I was just going to attach this to the wind shield wiper but we saw him and Hootie coming out and so I decided to just get out of the car and give it to him. I walked right past him and dropped the note into his grocery bag that was in his grocery cart, turned around and walked away. This, I tell you was SO hard. (like I said emotional roller coaster)
Today I receive that letter from him. Well, I know that he did not write this letter, Hootie did. Daddy was referred to in 3rd person a time or two and it was wrote in a way that daddy doesn’t write. Even though his signature was on it.
Anyways. It was 5 pages of family feuding. I can not even begin to tell you how crazy this whole scenario actually is. My nerves are absolutely shot. I have so much house work to do, parenting to attend too, designs to create (sorry to the 3 of you that I have written emails to, I have not began designing yet) and life to live, but things have come to a halt while I try and figure out what is going on.
Now I have even been told to quit writing on my “public forum” (this blog) about them. But since names aren’t being used and you don’t know any of us from Adam’s House Cat, I am not doing any harm to anybody. Plus writing it all out makes me feel better.
I never imagined things to go this way. I have known my daddy for as long as I live (duh) and this is not how he is or who he is. He does not do things this way. He is simply being a puppet with his strings pulled. I know this because as a woman I know how manipulative and compulsory we can be. I am sure that ya’ll can agree in some manner.
I feel the worst for the girls. Kelsie wondered why since we were in Bama why we weren’t at Granddaddy’s house. I just ignored the question. Kayla wanted to go Saturday but understood that we weren’t going for visiting purposes. She may be 10 years old, but with this day and age she understands more then what I would have at that age.
I am continuing to pray. I feel that God is starting to give me peace. I do not feel as haywire as I was feeling. (thank you for your prayers as well!)