One big happy family, NOT!

The move to Mexico went fairly smoothly. I had just had spinal fusion back surgery so there was very little I could do to help pack up the house for the long journey. Julia of all people came day after day to go through my things, personal things, making decisions with my soon to be ex-husband on what was going to Mexico, what was going to be sold in a garage sale, and what was going in a garbage heap. I couldn't physically do anything to help and my voice was mute. Those two didn't care what my opinion was. If they didn't want it to go, it didn't. I didn't assert myself I just took it up the proverbial butt-crack. It was very difficult watching this younger version of me, touching my things, making my decisions for me, and about to be scooping up my husband. That was the beginning of my madness. But, I was determined to like this woman what ever it took. My kids really liked her and she was going to be their step-mom, so I had to force myself to like her. It was hard knowing how her and Jack snuck around behind my back for so long. More tomorrow.