To the SIL that the previous journal post is about. Thanks for reading it and reporting it to your brother. Thanks for ruining what I thought was a place for me to vent and get this stuff off of my chest. I guess you must have agreed with everything I wrote since you didn't leave any comments. I just wonder what made you come here and look up my page and my comments. Insecurity?  Maybe if you would spend as much time trying to get a job as you did trying to find me and my comments you wouldn't be in the positions you are in. I didn't grow up trying to find ways to screw people (let alone family) and trying to find ways to get around the system. You say that I'M the one keeping score? I don't keep score, I just do what's right. I cant help it that you don't understand what right is. Right isn't lying to schools, right isn't lying to the electric company (yes I know that you used your brothers social security number to get electric and gas) AND that you had illegal electric to your house for years.  Right isn't asking me to fudge a pay stub for you so you can get cheap rent in a house. (did you even wonder why I wouldn't do it?) Right isn't making a deal with someone in your family, then using them like you did us. I opened my house to you and the girls many times. How do you repay that? You devise a scheme to have the girls come here, be rude to me, your brother and my kids, all to take the dogs back with you to make money. Yup, make sure you get that money from your blind brother...what a woman you are! I don't let my kids be around a drug addict father so that I don't have to work. A real woman pulls up her big girl panties, gets a job, and does the right thing by her kids.  We offered for you to come here and live to get them away from that kind of lifestyle, but what do you do? Tell us how our house and our lives aren't good enough for you and your kids. Yeah, your youngest told me alot when she was here on her doggie mission.  I thought we were friends. I thought we were family. Your brother loves you, he's trying to do all the right things. He doesn't drink anymore, he goes to church, he works the food outreach trying to give to the poor. He tried to help you. He got so frustrated it killed him. He thought he should be able to help. All you did was hurt him.  He's still turning the other cheek as far as your concerned. I'm trying to let it go, but every-time I think I'm almost there, you do something else to light that fire in me again.  I'm sure we can get past this somehow, someday since you are the only family my husband has left, but you are going to have to meet me halfway.  I will pray that God will help the healing, but he's not going to give something that isn't earned. I'm going to pray, what about you?

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