I need amnesty from this situation. I haven't been posting about the wastewater backups, a problem which I solved, meanwhile sitting up all night with cellulitis because I wasn't allowed to move my arm and what else can you do? The cleanup wasn't done right because I couldn't afford it and wasn't sure about the status of homeowners insurance, so I am in fear of my own house--bacteria tracked everywhere? possible mold/mildew? I caved in and asked the "family friends" (my husband's allies) for help and since then he and they have been torturing me, a little help, not, quite, enough, a little more help, maybe, we'll, be, back.
I caved in and called my mother today, and don't know whether and how to "cooperate" with this or whether it was sin, under the circumstances. As soon as I said something not glowingly positive about her she turned around and talked to Alex, formerly the enemy. Who knows what's in the works? She informed me "she knows people here." That should be comforting, is this something I should cooperate with? It plays into her power complex.
Husband sleeping here but acting like he doesn't know me, if he wants to he can resort to tactics which i cannot describe without compromising myself. I just don't have the strength. I've been ill for months, and now he's deliberately wearing me down so he can pull More s-h-i-t (that's family lingo) on me. Scared.