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Pushed to the Breaking Point!

I have just been pushed to the breaking point.  It took the death of my ex-husband and friend, Tom, to cause it.  Now that he is gone, rumors his mother has spread about me over the years are being brought to my attention.  My ex mother-in-law is one of three things: delusional, a liar or a covert narcissist – I lean toward the latter.

I was always baffled as to why NONE of my sibling-in-laws seemed to like me or were even rude to me.  One sister-in-law threw out all the baby clothes I sent her for her first born.  Another sister-in-law actually told me that maybe I was finally growing up or maturing when I shared a poem about the loss of my father.  There is no telling what the hell she has said to my daughter and son-in-law, who now live in California . . . and I fully believe it is her intention to turn my own grandchildren against me with time.

For the record, Tom and I NEVER BORROWED ONE RED CENT from Mr. or Mrs. Almaraz while we were married.  We did not take hundreds of dollars from them, failing to pay it back.  (If Tom borrowed money from her after our divorce, I am not responsible.)  I did have to deal with the IRS when Mr. Almaraz was cheating on his taxes because my then husband was his namesake and it was important to show them that Tomas Almaraz, Jr, was not the same as Tomas Almaraz, Sr.  To this day, Ms. Almaraz will tell anyone who will listen to it that I “killed her husband”.  On the day he died, she put her finger in my face and yelled at me in front of everyone in the hospital waiting room, “You killed him!”  Of course, nobody corrected her.  (Believe it or not, I suggested to Mr. Almaraz that he see a doctor about his chest discomfort a week before his death – as my own mother had just undergone bypass surgery.)  Can you think of something more hurtful to say to someone?  Even her neighbors, who barely knew me, disliked me.

Tom and I bought her a pearl and diamond ring for her birthday one year.  Ms. Almaraz just said, “I’ll just put this in the back of my jewelry box” and never wore it.  She accused me of either selling or giving away a carved coral dog with a gold-chain collar that was given to Tom by his father.  When Tom caught Ms. Almaraz with the coral dog in her jewelry box, he walked her into the kitchen to apologize to me.  She said, “I am sorry if this little dog caused you any problems.”

Ms. Almaraz is toxic.  After starting dialysis, Tom would call me (about once a week) to tell me how abusive she was to him and often asked that I not let her follow through with threats to put him in a nursing home.  Before my daughter was born, this woman was threatening to call Child Protective Services on me . . . and often used it as a threat, after my baby was born. While I was pregnant, she put her finger in my face and said, “Don’t think you’re going to leave this baby with me and walk away from it!”   Ms. Almaraz told me about being molested by an uncle when she was a little girl.  Then she was overly “touchy” with my child after she was born - constantly rubbing her legs, arms, chest and back.  Yes, this BOTHERED ME.  So, I asked her to stop and was not about to leave my baby alone with her.  I am sorry that this hurt her feelings.  I regret all the times I was stupid enough to defend her when Tom called to talk with me.

Throughout all of this, TOM WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER DEFENDED ME from her.
To all of you who chose to believe whatever bullshit she has been feeding you over the years and to all of you who hated me for the way I “treated her”, I have one question: What the fuck did I do to you?

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