Confessions from the Fog

Truth. It's not pretty. Not in the least. But it's freedom. That's why I write. My in-laws tried to silence me and according to my husband they 'found a blog and aren't happy about it'. Well, why would they be? Me airing out their dirty laundry they've paid people to keep quiet about. The internet's a funny thing. See, here there IS no censoring. No money in the world can make these words I write go away. It empowers the weak and gives much-needed reality checks to the ill-meaning. It's emotional vomit. If you came here to read a fairy tale, you should stop reading now. I don't just write for my story, I write for the thousands of others who have read my blog and know my story as it coincides with theirs. I write to expose the N's in all their glory as selfish pigs. I do not include names, but many, many of my friends know the names I choose not to post here. I'm not sure if the N's have found my blog, but they are w

I *hope* we're coming close to ending contact for good with the N's. DH only has his one email through which they contact him- irregularly, but still there. With the tax issue being resolved it's entirely possible to burn all bridges of communication. This is good. DH has been seeing a therapist and they have been helpful. They understand our no contact but think there could be value in keeping a line of communication there in case the flying monkeys (SIL/BILs) have a change of heart. Frankly. They won't. I'm encouraging my man to cut the ties here so that HE is no longer hurt by them, if for no other reason. SIL is getting married (psycho one with the lynching pop-up book? yeah?) and so far DH has heard from her a few times in the past month. The first contact with her in over three years. She says she's hurt he won't come to her wedding and that he is making HER look bad in front of her future in-laws. Hearing this, I did laugh hysterically. J