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My mother in law passed away two weeks ago, since then alot has happened and I honestly haven't been able to get on here and post so a a quick recap. My in-laws have never accepted Anastasia as a 'real' grandchild. she's adopted, and so does not count. I can live with the fact that my four from my previous relationships are not Bob's and the exclusion from the grandchildrens trips and grandparent time is fine, doesn't really bother me much. But Anastasia is Bob's. Period, we adopted her she is by law our child. We raised her, loved her and continue to adore everything about her. My father in law gets up at the fucking funeral and does this speech where he talks about how grateful he is that he and Judy had 7 beautiful grandchildren to brighten their lives. Anastasia is sitting there. She is not retarded and can count. Jennifer, Erika, Samantha, Haley, Corey, Angela, John-Monte. Wait that's 7 already. First she gets upset because John, Jason, Katie and Kevin are omitted before she realizes that she herself doesn't exist in the list. WTF. I have to explain to my 10 year old, who knows she's adopted that her grandparents don't consider her their grandchild. I hate this man for doing this, but then he tops it! Yes there's more. I fly up to NY the day after the funeral and get an email notifying me that there is a new post on my mother-in-law's memorial blog. From my father-in-law. In THAT little poetic piece the jackass names Bob the sensitive one, Michelle the strong one, Greg the angel, Haley the love of their lives and Corey the mischievous one. I'm not there, Anastasia is not there. Fuck him, I know you can't choose your family but as the world is my witness here, I will never ever have another thing to do with this man. I don't exist so I won't be missed. He can eat shit and bark at the moon, I am DONE with this crap.
So I'm up in NY and I spent a wonderful week with my Aunt Suzy and got to visit with Aunt Kathy, Kevin, Brittney and the boys and my cousins John and Tara and her family. I can't even express how I felt getting off that plane in NY. I was home though and I needed to be. Now that my mother is gone, I miss NY so much. I gave Florida the old college try, I did. 17 years of this crap. But after living in NY, California and here as well as visiting all the other states during my year long trip across country, I can speak with confidence that Florida is the worst place to live in the country. PERIOD. The food sucks, the people FROM Florida sucks (it's important you stress that when referring to Florida because 90% of the population are from other states and those people are all walking around saying the same thing "This sucks!"
I went online to look at NY equestrian properties, guess what...yep way cheaper than here. In fact I would say considering I can get a place there for 300k with 3 acres a house and a barn on Long Island vs the 1/2 acre with a trailer you get here in Tampa Bay for 500k I am better off going home. My kid can get a better education. I can be happy and make money, everything is there, I should be too.
Now I just have to get Bob on board. This may be the end of us because I'm pretty sure he is going to want to go to TN to live near his father, so WWIII may be on the horizon. Today I have to clean the house up and get ready for his return. He's off rebuilding an old Navy airplane up in Georgia with his dad. I need the house to be clean when I start my pitch. If there is any sign of a mess it will lessen my argument with him. I know how he thinks and he will  hone in on something and that will be the end of it.
ttyl