I wish I could understand why I get so sensitive about things where emotion finally overflows with tears. Since Christmas, I have been worried about my late husband's father Gary,and long before that with his heart trouble, seeing him on a breathing machine and struggling really to get around with it, upset me and my kids. That's their granddad. My father and mother both keep telling me that they too ,of course need our support and I always try to take the kids up to see their grandparents when I can between school schedules and the weather, which hasn't been the greatest. Now, their daughter isn't the easiest to get along with and I have known her since she was thirteen, my late husband always warned me about her, even before him and I met. She doesn't listen usually to other people's point of view, if it doesn't go her way, forbid, if you are in her family, then seeing your needs or points is like to her(Straight from her mouth) and I quote "Kissing your ***" Reasoning with her is pointless.
Puzzles me how she is a cashier...That's one line I wouldn't want to be in.
Ok, to the point, they have a dog who is very protective over Gary, his wife babysits for my sister-in Law's two year old son, keep in mind that she has a husband. Given all the circumstances, accidents are going to happen and in this case twice, But instead of taking in these problems in consideration, Her father with serious health issues, mother caring for her father and trying to take care of a toddler, watching a protective dog around a two year old. You would think that working things out to " ease the tension" like not placing that responsibility solely on her parents shoulders, would be one thing. She hated the dog before all this happened anyway.
Also, they live 10 minutes away from each other.
The dog bit the child, not once but twice, thankfully not as seriously as it could have been, instantly She jumped down her father's throat. Which set me off.
My solution, along with her parents, my niece and my kids were to find a home for the dog, so I posted the animal on a rescue site and on my Facebook page. Well being as my sister-in-law is, her and her husband both started in on me on Facebook, well, I fought back, keeping in mind what my parents taught me, present facts and always remain calm.
I have to admit, I snapped a few times because I felt a little bullied, but I stood my ground as best as I could. She admitted in her "Own" way that she didn't have to respect her parents and couldn't stand my family. Well, that blew it, what if any trust, or respect I had for her, went right out the window with her ranting.
For several months I felt like something was ahead and well, I am not sure, how I react if I see her again.
I think of how we were taught to respect our parents, and the stories I hear, along with personal experience. My brother had a friend, a widower who was disowned by his three daughters, only one really had anything to do with him. He lost his parents at the age of 15, with no brother's and sisters.
Recently he passed away, my brother said his one daughter showed up, Identified his body, took his wallet and left. Leaving the county to deal with his remains. No one knows what happened to them.
Here, was a man who had a big heart and tried to help everyone around him.
Why is it that people do that, especially the ones we believe love us.
Being a widow, I try not to take people in my life for granted, respect their needs and tell them how much they mean to me.
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