Part 12

I would like to say with my moving that I was no longer part of all the drama of my family,

but that was not the case.

Shortly after moving to Wyoming, my mom and dad had another fight.

He had hit her, my brother tried to step in the middle of it and my dad had given him a black eye.

My mom decided at this point that she was going to go live with my Dad's sister in Salem.

I tried to get her to come Wyoming.

I had found her a job there with a place she could stay.

Her and my brother would have been safe and

there would have been people there that could help her.

She wouldn't do it.

Instead she determined that she was going to “save” my

dad's family and it was going to happening through his sister.

Now, I had just come from there.

My dad's sisters family was extremely dysfunctional.

His sister had four children.

The oldest boy was married with two little kids.

His wife wanted out.

Besides drugs and alcohol, he was extremely abusive.

The oldest daughter got married and left the home.

The next son was in high school, my brothers age.

I knew he was already doing drugs among other things,

specifically marijuana.

The second daughter was a senior in high school,

living with her boyfriend at his parents house.

When I moved out of my grandparents home,

they moved in.

My mom determined that she was going to save them.

She started doing a “marriage counseling session”

with the oldest boy and his wife.

Thoroughly cleaned my dad's sisters house

and reorganize everything.

She did try to get a job there,

but things did not go like she had hoped.

Besides playing mediator between my parents,

I was extremely concerned for my brother being

around my cousin.

He absolutely did not need to be exposed to

their dysfunctional home life, ours not being much better,

despite what my mother thought, she did not have any influence over my brother.

Zero.

When I voiced my concerns to my mother,

she informed me that my brother “was a good influence” on my cousin.

She really was clueless to the issues that were in my brothers life.

At this point my brother was not the “good” leader that my mother had

convinced herself of in her head.

He smoked, he snuck alcohol, he ran wild with no consequences for his actions,

and he was addicted to pornography.

He more and likely was introduced to marijuana that spring/summer.

He needed help and she refused to listen to any counsel.

She just informed me that with all the testimonies that she had heard through Dr. Dobson,

that those “bad guys” eventually turned out fine so there weren't any issues.

She really had no clue.

Another thing that was an issue with her was,

buying hay for my horses.

I had left my grey horse with my grandparents in Salem,

I wasn't sure exactly what to do with him yet,

thinking of perhaps having him hauled to Wyoming.

Seeing as he had a condition called navicular and with my mother constantly harassing me about having to buy hay for “my” horses, I asked my grandpa just to take the grey horse to the sell yard

and have the money sent to my mother.

My brother eventually went back to live with my dad.

My dad wanted my brother enrolled in public school,

in which my aunt helped with this situation.

Now, the Bible does specifically tell us not to meddle in other people's lives

and there is a reason for this.

If you don't fully know the situation, you in turn are made to look like a fool.

We live in a society of people who is constantly meddling in the lives of other people,

thinking we know best about how they should be doing things.

When in turn our own lives are just as much a mess.

She supposedly had taken my brother “school” shopping where my brother had picked out

a back pack and a lunch pail which according to “her opinion” were for a 1^st grader.

She ignorantly informed me that it was because of my brother being homeschooled

therefore not being properly socialized.

Ignorantly blaming it was because of his lack of “socialization” as being the issue,

was really laughable as we were a highly socialized family.

Honestly, the worst thing for him was going to Public School.

It only furthered his addictions to alcohol, marijuana, and

now adding in, girls.

My mom moved back home that fall.

Fully defeated. I have no clue what happened while

living with my dad's sister as my mother will not speak of it,

but some pretty hateful things were said to her.

In all this mess, I got married that fall.

I chose to get married in another state,

away from the crazy mess of my family.

My mother way over worked for the wedding.

Afterwards, in forming me that I had not been “grateful” enough,

therefore she was not going to have the reception for me in Silver Lake like she had planned.

Which was fine, by this time my husband and I where moving to North Carolina.