Forgetting My Manners

... I am.  That sounded very Yoda.  But thank you all, for taking the time to read and offer advice with the extended family situation.  After an email was sent out from this person that was basically a string of lies, half-truths, and manipulation, I wrote back and asked not to be contacted again until this person was ready to tell the truth.  The response I got back was hurtful - but also closure.  Until someone is ready to help themselves, you can't really do anything to help them.  

Your kind words and advice are very appreciated - thank you.

And I have to share this.  *Warning* you will need a box of tissues to get through it - it is heartbreaking.  A blogger named Jennie from In Jennie's Kitchen  lost her husband very unexpectedly to a heart attack.  They have two young daughters.  She is asking everyone to make a peanut butter pie, one of her husband's favorites (that she had been planning on making him, but did not get the chance) and serve it to someone you love.  
The day I read it I burst into tears, right at my desk, in the middle of trying to read while eating my lunch.  Did I mention my desk is at the end of a hallway and people walk by all the time?  Yeah.  Then the Mister called and I tried to tell him about it and started bawling all over again. And being the sensitive individual that he is he offered these words of comfort: "Are you freaking PREGNANT?!?!?!!"
(p.s. - no I am not)

Make pie, give it to someone you love - or give it to someone who isn't expecting anything from you.  Wouldn't that be lovely?
Peace and love my friends ...