The Rental Property

 I may have posted this before but cannot find it.

JB's husband bought a piece of property that they were going to rent out.  They got in over their heads.  So he "bought" it from them. Which meant he took out a loan to pay off all of their debts.  Then the next 15 years, he paid the loan payments, paid the insurance and taxes on it, paid all maintenance costs.  His parents were supposed to give him the money for those things.  But of course, they did not. They did get  all of the rent for it.

Then after a fight with his father because his father had let insurance lapse, his father DID find a buyer for it.  When he got the money from the buyer, what didn't go to paying off the rest of the loan he gave to his father.  Why?  "Because I didn't pay them what it was worth when I bought it from them."  Now to be fair, it would have made sense if he'd subtracted EVERYTHING he had put into the property.

I did not argue with him giving that money to his parents.  By selling that property, we had that loan payment off of us, and the other expenses and worry.  The loan payment was almost as much as our house payment and did affect the kind of house we were able to get.  So be it.  I was happy that the property was GONE from us.

Medical Stuff

So hubbie had surgery a few weeks ago.  Pretty serious stuff.  And he had to go back for emergency surgery as a followup.  This was to try to fix a potential deadly autoimmune problem.

Went to his sisters house a week later (He shouldn't have).  Came home and said "sister has been sick too".  What with?  She has a Vitamin D deficiency and has to take Vitamin D and calcium.  Really?  I told her I have that too.  How does something that shows up in lab work and requires a simple fix of taking a supplement compare with two surgeries and deadly conditions???  (For the record I also have a D deficiency as to many many other people.  No big deal.

His online family medical history chart says his mother had breast cancer.  See my last post about her not having it.

Breast Cancer (not)

I don't remember what year this was, but it was before evil EJ passed away.

There are two parts to this. The first was another "phone game". Hubbie and I had been out somewhere. I don't remember where. The phone was ringing off the hook when we got home.

It was Evil EJ, the Father in Law. Hubbie got off the phone. First he said "Mama has cancer." Then he accused me of already knowing about it and not telling him.

Several days later -- maybe a couple weeks, Sister in Law calls the house. Hubbie was gone somewhere -- out of town maybe, I don't remember. She called to tell that Evil JB's surgery was over. The place was "very tiny" and not cancer.


The rest of her life, she claimed that she "has breast cancer." She didn't even say she was a breast cancer survivor.

She bought candles in honor of herself in Relay for Life. Wore pink breast cancer shirts. Things like that.

It made me angry. Even more when seeing my next door neighbor get a mastectomy and go through chemo and radiation and be sick as a dog and lose her hair. Even more than that when a good friend of mine's wife died from breast cancer AFTER having a mastectomy because they didn't get it all (partially due to malpractice). And later when the women's Olympic basketball coach Kay Yow died from breast cancer, after she had kept her career going until the last possible minute, being put in the hospital for her final hospitalization after a road trip with her team.

Evil JB had no idea what suffering was. She dishonored those people and all other people who have had this disease. The only bright spot from this was that perhaps she got a few donations for causes made in her name.

Note: Having had a questionable mammogram result checked out myself and biopsied negative, I know the emotion and discomfort associated. Some worry, some discomfort, followed by relief. I have not had reason to share it with many people, it was almost a non-event. Many women have experienced the same thing.

Out of the Mouths of Babes

The scene -- at Sister-in-law's house, after GMIL had died.

Present: Me, Hubbie, Sister-in-law, and Sister-in-law's six year old granddaughter.

Sister in law and others were discussing whether or not MIL's house is haunted (didn't I tell you). MIL claimed that there was a light that would come on all by itself. Sister in law said it was probably a touch lamp and triggered by a bug or something.

Six year old said "Yea, probably a bug. Grammy had LOTS of bugs."

Please Drive me to School

I was with hubbie this morning and we were trading stories about the old "I used to have to walk to school bothways uphill barefoot in the snow". We were talking with a lady our age about how we did remember walking to school very young and how that wouldn't be done now.

DH told his version of it. I've been with him for 24 years and never heard this story before. He said that his Mother used to send him to the neighbor's houses to ask for a ride to school because his mother did not have gas or money to buy any.

She doth protest too much

Well, not exactly, but makes too big a deal about something to be telling the truth. This had to be one where evil-JB and her counterpart evil-EJ together were trying to discredit me. Though I didn't really think about it until later.

They usually visited for hubbie's birthday. This year, they did not, because hubbie had a confict, so a few weeks later, he wanted to go visit them.

They went on and on and on about the birthday card that they sent hubbie. About where they bought it, about when they sent it, about how they had to chase down the mail carrier to get it in the mail in time, about putting extra postage on it to make sure it arrived, you get the drift.

They also were complaining about their mail carrier. (Boils down to that they didn't like him because he wasn't white.)

Finally after about the 15th time they mentioned the card, hubbie said that he didn't receive one. Then when the mail came, Father in law, evil EJ made a big deal about going out to accuse the mail carrier of throwing it away instead of sending it off.

At that point, it had not kicked in what they were REALLY doing. I saw it as them going after the mail carrier because he wasn't white. I took what they said as the truth. I had no idea if hubbie had gotten a card or not until he said so in the conversation. So I popped up and mentioned how the mail on our end is also bad... that we always get mail in our box that isn't ours and the neighbors get ours, and that it was probably at one of the neighbor's houses. That was what it was in my mind at the time.

Then I realized. There was likely never any card. They kept bringing it back up to try to get me in trouble, just like they lied about me withholding phone calls in my "big phone game" post. They part about going after the wrong-race mail carrier was cover. If they weren't trying to make trouble, why did they keep on and keep on bringing up, like 100 times, until hubbie finally said he didn't get the card.

If they were normal people, I'd say that the truth was it got put in the wrong box on our end. However, given the pattern of other things that they did, I think that they were just trying to make trouble. It was probably as revenge for not getting to visit on hubbie's birthday. But hubbie was involved in something of his own that day, he was taking a class that he could only go to on that day or had to wait about three months for.

Something that I realized Years Later

You have to read the last post for this one to be in context: The Big Phone Game

A while after figuring out that the in-laws had been calling the house and hanging up when they didn't hear hubbie, a distant past memory surfaced.

Hubbie was working in Field Service. He had an office, but he wasn't usually there. He was usually on a call or just hanging around home instead. I called him one day when I thought he was at his office. This is in the days before voice mail, secretaries (that was what they were called back then) picked up and took messages if the person didn't answer.

This day he wasn't in and the secretary picked up. When she offered to take a message, I told her who I was and thanked her and said that I would just page him. She responded "well, why didn't you just hang up on me like you usually do?" At the time, I thought, WTF? I thought it was strange, but didn't think much more of it.

Now I realize. MIL hung up when she called the house and he didn't pick up. She was doing the same thing to his secretary!

I did know the secretary back then because I had worked at the company too, but now I don't remember who it was. I almost wish I could go back and tell her that it was evil JB hanging up on her and not me. It had to be, it fits!