For Once I'm Really HOT

Yep, I've got the flu.  I'm dizzy and delirious. 

I think the thermometer said 103. 

So, I'm hot. 

I'm not very happy, either. 

Sometimes I think my ex still loves me.  He sent me upstairs around 7:00 p.m. last night to get some sleep. 

I awoke to a smelly house full of dirty dishes, the putrid smell did not help my stomach. 

Moments like these prove to me that he does not care one silly bit about me. 

Oh, and his sister called last night to  tell me to tell her brother that their father has stage one lung cancer.

I really don't like being the go-between.  Every time they pull that and my ex doesn't do what they want, I end up being blamed. 

Six years ago, I was hanging out with a group of Wiccans at a metaphysical fair when my brother in-law approached me.  He was carrying on about how he mailed a wedding invitation to our home and his brother didn't show up to his wedding. 

He further went on to assert that I must have thrown the invitation away without sharing it with his brother.

There are several things wrong with that statement.  First, he and his wife were married several years prior to that.  I do not recall receiving a wedding invitation; they would probably take pains to keep my name of the envelope anyway thus I wouldn't know the contents nor would I be privy to opening it. 

I'm not even sure they had our address at the time. 

I found his wife at the fair and congratulated her on renewing their vows.  She had no clue what I was talking about.  There was no wedding, no invitation, nothing.  They were hoping to stage an intervention for someone but everyone chickened out at the last moment. 

That's when things got bad.  My husband's brother became increasingly hostile as my witch friends watched.  Finally, one asked me, quite loudly, if I would like some banishing oil and a black candle. 

At this point my friends were talking so loudly that I couldn't hear my brother-in-law's ramblings as he turned to walk away. 

I think my in-laws are up to something. 

Now, every time my in-laws call over here due to someones health issues, the request is that I drop whatever I am doing and become their maid.  Yes, I do have OCD and they may think that I like cleaning.  They may think that they are helping me but I can't do that for them anymore 

I used to spend several hours a week helping them.  I used to clean their homes, cook for them, do their laundry, take them to appointments and babysit their other grand kids.  That is, until I was accused of stealing Beanie Babies (seriously...), of scheming to take their retirement, and of saying vague threatening things to them. 

I can't put myself through that again.  I'm afraid that they are going to try to have me arrested for something they made up.

My husband is the cousin of my former best friend from high school.  I used to help her mother a lot but the lies got to be too much.  I can't even talk to my old friend without hearing the hissing from her relatives.  I went to her mother's funeral and was shocked at the sheer amount of glaring I had to endure from my husband's family.  They're still pissed.  They're still lying.  They ignore me unless I can do something for them. 

My in-laws have three grown children, they can man up and help their parents around the house.  Let them earn their inheritance. 

Hope my father-in-law gets well. 

Going back to bed now.  I've been dreaming about all the abuse I've endured over the past twenty years.  I'm really not looking forward to falling back asleep. 

Take your vitamin C, you don't want what I've got. 

Love,

S.