Ding Dong the Witch is back!

Seriously! No seriously! I really would love to have my life back and not continue on this stressful, painful journey down the yellow brick road to...I don't know where.

Life is not fair. I get that. Believe me I completely understand how not fair life is. I know I have it good considering some people don't even have homes or food or medicine. But in the scheme of things I have sure had to deal with my own pile of shit (sorry for the language)

So...how many people have been sued by their....step mothers?

Let me take you back to just over a year ago...so you can understand the full amount of hurt this...low life has been able to bestow on me and my family.

My dad has been sick for sometime. He had pulmonary fibrosis (which is a lung disease). He had been managing well but with this disease it can change in a blink...and well that is what happened. He was slowly getting worse. Started need oxygen at home at night to sleep. he had a portable take he could take around with him if he needed (but from what I understand only used the last week)

December 7th, 2008. My cousin Jill gives me a call. "Hey how ya doing? By the way did you know your Dad was in the hospital? He had a heart attack Friday morning."

Wow...blow me out of the water. I was not expecting that. It was Sunday...how did he have a heart attack on Friday and I not know until Sunday? I had called his house Saturday and left a message but just assumed he was out.

So...I guess no one thought it was important for his children to know that he was in the hospital? Jill gives me the name of the hospital. I call my brother and he calls the hospital. Well they informed us to get down there right away as things were not good and we live 3-4 hours away.

We pack up make arrangements for children, pets and work then hit the road. On the road we received another call from my cousin Jill. She informed us not to go to the hospital as it would upset my father and he was not having any visitors. He was worried about us seeing him there. OK...well...we decided since we were already on the road that we would continue on and stay at Jills since it was closer.

Once we got to Jills the real fun began. No response from Dads girlfriend. No return calls as to how he was doing. She would not talk to us. The hospital would not give us any information over the phone. Finally Dads girlfriend called and spoke to Jill. She said that if we went to the hospital we would kill our father and that we should go home. He would be better and could have visitors near the end of the week.

I was not satisfied. I didn't know what to do. She had said that they were going to put him on a new machine and that it would either be good or bad. Good or bad?

Tuesday morning I leave a message for her. I want to know how the new machine went. I told her I wasn't trying to be a pain calling but I wanted to know how my father was.

A few hours later she calls and speaks to Jill but not us. Jill then yells at her and says it is ridiculous she wont speak to us. We are his children and upset and concerned. A few hours later she calls and speaks to me. She said the new machine was doing good and that he would be better in a few days. We should go home (yes hours away) and come at the end of the week to see him. She wouldn't tell me what this machine was. Something didn't sit right.

We tried the hospital again. We got a student nurse, what luck! She said..."Why are you not here? Your father is on life support you should be here!"

My father was on life support?? This 'new' machine was life support?? I should go home?!?!

Well that was it. There was no more keeping us away. Too many lies. We went straight to the hospital (whether she liked it or not, he was on life support!)

We were not greeted with a warm welcome. We were greeted like outsiders who had overstepped out bounds by coming to see my father who was on LIFE SUPPORT!!!!!!!!

None the less we went in. I kept my faith up. He would pull through this...he was still young, this had to be his first scare to really make him slow down. He would pull through. I kept my faith when she told me he wouldn't make it. There had to be a miracle. Something could be done? He was too young and I certainly wasn't ready to lose my father. I kept my faith when he was pulled off life support and I held his hand and willed him to breathe to hold on I squeezed his hand with everything I had I wanted him to know I was there and I believed in him and I wasn't ready to let go. I went numb.

This was not in the script...how did I not see this coming? I was so blind sided...I didn't know what to do. But good ol' Tanya who sees the best in everyone couldn't believe that all the actions leading up to this point by 'her' were to keep us away. To keep us from the truth.

When she told me my father had no will (even though I knew he did) I thought...well maybe she just didn't know. People do not really try and do this stuff. Surely no one could be that cruel.

How I was mistaken? How forcefully and suddenly did I get to see the real world and what it is made up of.

LIES. All lies. I know she is full of lies and the biggest lie was that she loved my father. How could she have loved him and do this to him and his children? How?

The worse part is she is still doing it. She wont stop until she finds us completely beaten?

My fathers will did come out. No surprise there as I was not the only one to know he had one.

Problem is...'she' didn't want to share. She wants it all...not just what he has put aside for her but she wanted everything he put aside for his children.

Over a year now....and we have paid her. We have tried to settled with her having something from us (which she doesn't deserve but we want it done and we want our lives back) Nothing is good enough until she sees us with nothing. She will fight this to fill the lawyers pockets then to see us with something?! why? What did we do to her? What about my fathers wishes? Why?

I am sooo tired of this and find it so unfair that she has the power to take from us. Where is Karma? Where does being good and just get you? Why do the bad guys win?

I am just so sick of this hurt.