Last week, after my brother tried to carry out his threats to "wreak havoc" in our lives and my mom was so stressed over how he was acting, Doug and I decided that it would just be best for everyone if we just disappeared. When I mentioned that we were thinking of disappearing for a few days, Mom said "I think that would be best", we knew it was the right thing to do.
The kids were thrilled to have a little summer adventure. We left Tuesday after Doug came in from work. Originally, Mom's plan, since one truck was completely loaded and everything was already packed and ready to load in the second truck, was that they would leave on Wednesday morning. What happened after that, we have no clue.
We came home on Friday afternoon. Still there. That evening, I called Mom to let her know that we were back. She had said that she didn't like driving in the dark, so they were going to leave by ten on Saturday morning. Saturday morning came and went. I called her in the afternoon and asked how things were going. "We're leaving in the morning at 5AM." ( Sunday morning.) She'd been sitting on lawn chairs in an empty house since Wednesday. Yet, they were still not leaving. ??????
At 8:30 yesterday, we woke up and they were still there. I called Mom and she said that Rick was on his way from his friends' in fifteen minutes and they would be on their way. We returned from church at noon and they were still there. I do not know what the hold up was, but, in the meantime, my brother was driving around town in a loaded 26' UHaul like it was a Honda Civic. We looked down the street at 2:3o and they were gone. And, honestly, we couldn't be any happier. I'll miss my mother. But, we will not miss my brother's constant drama every time he came to town for a visit!
NO MORE RICK DRAMA, PLEASE!!! The kids' love for him quickly changed to fear. Doug's love for him changed to irritation. And I love him. He's my brother. BUT, the mention of his name causes me anxiety and pain. All I can say is "Good Riddance." Like Doug always says, "It takes two people to have an argument. Don't be there." We weren't. He threatened us and said stay away. We did. It was crazy.
For the first 32 years of our marriage, my family lived far away. I never minded being away from my family. I grew up moving constantly, living far away from grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. Doug and I had our own life and we have tried to liveit as peacefully as possible. Life with Doug has always been so "different" than the "reactive" life I had as a child. Yelling, screaming, fighting, hitting, anger, drama and fear were a regular part of my upbringing. How grateful I am for the difference in life that Doug has taught me by his example... to just "not be there". I hadn't felt that "fear" for decades.
Four years ago, we moved Mom up here to live with us during her colon cancer treatments. We are so grateful that Mom is well today and that we were able to help her during her time of need. But, the last two years, Rick's drama has not been fun. Oh, how happy I was to wake up this morning and know that we have our can live our lives in peace again. Enough said.
Speaking of drama... a Kelly update. We've spoken several times this past week. Kelly and Kevin are both free on their own recogniscance until their upcoming court dates. She sounds clearheaded and is trying to get her life in order without Kevin. We love her and want her to be her best, but, we've heard that so many times before. "This time is different" means nothing... every time has been different. We do hope and pray that she can mean it this time. BUT, time will tell.
Zaylee's doing great. She's loving being here and constantly talks about us being a family.
Last night, since we'd eating our Sunday dinner early, we decided to toss a few hotdogs on the grill. Quayd offered to light the grill. I remembered that last time Doug lit it, he'd had a problem with it, said, "Be careful" and off he went. Seconds later, we heard this huge noise... something between a "boom" and a large "poof"! Quayd gave an overdramatic reaction and walked in to show us that he had no eyebrows, arm hair and his famous "spiked bang" was cinged! It smelled awful and he was just hamming it up, for all he was worth!
Look at his arm! That was hair!
Once Mom was actually gone, our "ox was in the mire". We had promised that we would clean the home as soon as she was gone. We never dreamed that we'd be doing it on a Sunday! As soon as they left, Doug, Grace, Quayd and I headed down to take care of that commitment because the utilities would no longer be in Mom's name this morning. Just as we were finishing up, the owners of the home dropped by with potential buyers. Perfect timing! Doug and I hated that we'd had to do it on Sunday but we were so glad that it was done before the owners arrived.
We brought home Mom's queen-size bed and took it straight downstairs to exchange it for the old full-size mattress. As we were putting on fresh bedding, I commented that I hated working on the Sabbath. Grace said, "Oh my gosh, it is Sunday! I hadn't even thought about it all afternoon. No wonder we are supposed to rest on the Sabbath or else you forget what day it is!" I was grateful that she recognized that the Sabbath is such an important day!
It's been a crazy few weeks that life has surprised us with! But, I awoke this morning knowing that we survived, we learned a few lessons and we a stronger for it! Life is good! Crazy, wild, sometimes infuriating but it's good!
Being challenged in life is inevitable. Being defeated is optional.
Posted on Monday, August 05, 2013 at 09:24 AM |Permalink