He has younger siblings, and they didn’t want them to think it was okay to “live in sin.” Well, she kept her word, and we were dead that year, and every year after. The other “meanest” thing she did was spread a rumor through their family that I was keeping my husband from visiting her. HE didn’t want to visit his childhood home for obvious reasons (see above) and because his sisters had grown up and turned out just like her—mean.
I had sworn off hearing guys – they were initially ok, initially made a bit of an effort, learning some signs etc. But they eventually lost interest citing communication difficulties, leaving me feel a bit disappointed. So I’d had enough. I met him through a friend from school. I had arranged to go for a walk in the Lake District with her and her boyfriend, both of whom are fluent in BSL. I wasn’t third wheeling – I knew a few others would be there, including this guy who kept trying to talk to me.
Accidently on purpose, I listened in on a call to catch someone in a lie. When enough was said to hang herself, I broke in and confronted the woman with the truth. She hemmed and hawed, stuttered and stammered, but finally had to admit her guilt. I hung up the receiver with the satisfaction of vindication, as truth prevailed. I tried to set aside Friday afternoons to relax and calm down for the pleasure of chauffeuring (totally free of charge) one of my many mothers by choice, who could no longer drive. Our routine that lasted for a number of years caused us to have the best attendance record at religious services, even better than the leader.
I spent over 2 hours on a Thursday counseling a couple with major debt problems. I asked them to go home, think over what we discussed and call me if they wanted to proceed with preparing their bankruptcy petition. They demanded to have the wife return Friday afternoon because they had “important business” Saturday and Sunday that I offered routinely so they did not need to miss work. After more than 2 hours, all free of charge on Friday, re-explaining all that we had discussed the day before, I finally understood what was going on.
I asked her if she trusted a single word I had spoken. She answered NO not really. Then I asked why would she hire me. She answered because of the work we had already done (still at the point totally free of charge). I said the few hours of work so far was nothing compared to the 5 or 6 years of work that would be required to complete her case and obtain her discharge. That is when I returned her papers to her folder and handed it to her, refusing to handle her case. She asked who could she complain about my refusal.
They’d said insanely mean things to me and to our kids, who were very young, and when he asked them to apologize, they told him to f-off. So, he told his mom why he wasn’t coming to visit, and she told *everyone* that it was because of me. Total bs, but they believed her b/c she had a reputation for being a “good Christian.” She did lots of other mean things to all of us during the past 21+ years, but whatever. She’s dead and I don’t have to deal with her ever again, and I have a wonderful, loving husband and kids, so she didn’t get what she wanted, which was for us to get divorced.